Ji Qingwu could only find a waterproof oilcloth to wrap his ankle, then resignedly helped him into the bathing chamber.
The man's body was heavy. Just by taking one of his arms, Ji Qingwu felt as if she'd suddenly become shorter.
But at this moment, that weight gave her an immense sense of security, and the tightness in Ji Qingwu's chest eased considerably.
Once inside the bathing chamber, operating on the principle of being indebted to someone who has given you a gift—especially one as precious as the Heavenly Mountain Red Lotus—Ji Qingwu diligently helped Zhao Mingyan undress without complaint.
However, after removing his middle layer of robes, Ji Qingwu stopped.
She turned to move the rack by the tub closer, then neatly arranged the cotton towel and bath beans needed for the bath by the tub's edge.
After busying herself for a while, Ji Qingwu noticed the Emperor was still standing stiffly beside the tub.
