Seeing that everyone looked impatient, Chu Yuening shook her head and laughed, waving her hand to signal them to start.

She did not plan to open a perfume factory, but only set up a "small workshop" in the palace.

Because the rarer it is, the more precious it is.

This is "luxury".

On a winter night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

Chu Yuening walked out of the bathroom with a damp look on her face, her slightly damp black hair cascading down behind her like a waterfall.

Under the dim candlelight, her skin was smooth and delicate, glowing with a white and moist luster like jade.

The heat smoked out a light pink hue at the corners of the eyes and cheeks, adding a touch of delicate beauty to her cool face.

After she wiped her body clean, she seemed to have thought of something and asked the palace maid to bring her perfume.

Apply perfume to seven points: wrists, behind ears, sides of neck, sides of waist, inner thighs, inner knees, and inner ankles.

Smelling the elegant fragrance emanating from her body, she felt like she had turned into a rose fairy.

Chu Yuening thought of someone who was still working overtime, her beautiful eyes turned, and a sly curve appeared on her red lips.

She changed into a light pink silk nightgown and got into bed, ready to give someone a big surprise.

As the night deepens, the winter wind grows colder.

Ying Zheng hurried back to his warm home, but did not see the familiar figure. A sense of loss passed through his heart.

He took off his cloak and asked the palace maid.

"Where's the Queen?"

"Your Majesty, the Queen has just bathed and retired to her inner chambers for bed."

After hearing this answer, Ying Zheng's expression eased slightly.

As long as he doesn't go to accompany those little guys, it's fine as long as he stays alone in the empty room.

However, he did not rush back to the inner room, but went to the bathroom to take a bath.