Inside the bathhouse of the Prince De's Mansion, steam billowed softly.
Princess Consort Tang had not felt this comfortable in a long time; her whole body seemed to have been reborn.
She stepped out of the bath, her skin like snow, her curves like a dream, looking like a fairy descending from a celestial pool. Parting her rosy lips slightly, her gaze drifted past the hazy mist toward that corner once concealed by a folding screen.
Chapter 119