Tying his hair, changing his clothes, washing his face, applying incense, fastening his sash, and donning his jade.
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Zheng Xiu was impeccably dressed, attended by four maids with Skillful Hands.
Feng Bei watched as eight hands belonging to four maids—each beautiful in her own way and proficient in music and song—moved all over Zheng Xiu. She calmly averted her gaze, her brow furrowing slightly. 'Why all this fuss just to see the Emperor?'
Feng Bei had become Xie Luohe, and Zheng Xiu had become Gongsun Mo. The two had lived a simple life in Richan Valley for ten years. Now that they were back in reality, everything was so different from what Feng Bei remembered.
Even though she had long known that Zheng Shan was Zheng Xiu, and that Gongsun Mo was also Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei still couldn't fully reconcile the bearded, middle-aged husband from the valley with the dapper, sophisticated Richest Person standing before her.
A sense of disconnect.
