The space was filled with many things, all from Shijiang, including rare and precious books and strange and unusual things that she didn't recognize at all.

Looking at all these things, Shen Mingzhuang started to have a headache again. She searched through the items in her space, especially those with writing on them. Since they were treasured by Shi Jiang, they must not be ordinary items. While searching, she even found a few jade seals. She simply dumped all the boxes on the ground so that everything would be clear at a glance.

They only found four boxes of things, and apart from some self-cultivation techniques, there didn't seem to be anything about how to bring the dead back to life or prolong life.

Considering that Shi Jiang was not human before, how could he care about birth, aging, sickness and death? Presumably, topics related to prolonging life were not within his scope of discussion.

Shen Mingzhuang felt a little dejected, and fatigue washed over her. Then she heard Man Huan's voice: "Your Highness, what kind of floral dew should we use today?"

Shen Mingzhuang opened her eyes and saw Man Huan bringing over four bottles of floral dew. The heavy sandalwood tray with ruyi patterns was placed next to the bathtub. She glanced at it and chose a bottle with osmanthus flowers.

"This one."

Manhuan nodded, poured some floral dew into her palm, and skillfully massaged Shen Mingzhuang.

Manhuan didn't know what Shen Mingzhuang was worried about, but having followed Shen Mingzhuang for many years, she could tell that she had something on her mind. However, knowing her own ignorance, she was afraid of saying the wrong thing, so she did her best to massage her, hoping that she could relax a bit.

Shen Mingzhuang felt extremely tired, and Man Huan's hands were so skillful that she unknowingly fell asleep.

Seeing this, Man Huan softened her movements and gently tapped these important acupoints.

When Jiang Wang arrived, he saw that Shen Mingzhuang was asleep in the bath. Man Huan was about to wake Shen Mingzhuang, but Jiang Wang waved her hand to stop her.

Man Huan glanced nervously at Jiang Wang, then turned and stepped aside.

Jiang Wang gently picked her up. Shen Mingzhuang was soaking wet, and Jiang Wang personally dried her off, ignoring the fact that his dragon robe was wet, and carried her into the inner room.