Zhao Changhe carried Tang Wanzhuang openly into the inner palace.0

The inner palace had a hot spring pool reserved exclusively for the emperor. Xia Longyuan, however, had never once used it—he existed above mortal concerns, untouched by dust or sweat. The only person who ever used the bath was the late empress, who had long since been executed. Even Huangfu Qing, despite her status as an imperial noble consort, had never set foot in it. In theory, without a direct decree, she was not permitted to use it.0

Yet despite its disuse, a dedicated staff was still in charge of cleaning and changing the water daily. Steam swirled around everywhere, and stepping inside felt like entering a paradise—far surpassing the Huaqing Hot Springs[1] of the modern world.0

Palace maids dressed in sheer gauze knelt by the mist-shrouded waters, their eyes flicking timidly toward Zhao Changhe as he entered carrying Tang Wanzhuang. They bowed, waiting silently, while trays of fresh fruit sat beside the pool, a tableau of decadence and luxury.0

This is why men dream of becoming emperors.0

At this moment,...0