In a remote mountain village located more than fifty miles outside the outskirts of the Capital, this was where the entourage from the Prince's Estate had taken refuge.
In the largest courtyard of the village, inside the master bedroom, the bed was made with brand-new silk bedding that carried a faint scent of incense.
The mosquito net swayed back and forth, and any mosquito that managed to crawl in following the scent of sweat would inevitably take three solid slaps.
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