The people of Elvish Academy live under the eaves, how can they not lower their heads?
In a luxurious bath pool, with two dragon stone carvings standing at the head and foot of the pool, spouting warm water from their mouths, Xuan Yelan wrapped her hair in a towel and submerged half of her face in the water, blowing bubbles. The bath pool was filled with misty air, but her eyes, like bright amber gemstones, were still clear and visible. However, at this moment, there was a hint of puzzlement in those eyes, because Xuan Yelan was thinking that today's Feng Lie Xing had been acting strangely, but since Lu Ka had asked them to take care of him, it shouldn't be a problem. Although they hadn't gone to the bath pool location or nearby as Jian had said, it seemed that Feng Lie Xing and his group had taken Lu Ka to another place for a bath.
She raised her hand, looked at the wrinkles on her fingers, and realized she had soaked in the bath for too long. She slowly got up from the bathtub, picked up the towel placed aside, wrapped it around her body, and headed upstairs.
After taking a bath, Xuan Yiran felt refreshed and comfortable. The bathroom here was unexpectedly luxurious, with a royal style that was evident in both the decoration and architectural design.
The warm water rising to a comfortable temperature is comparable to a natural hot spring bath, but as a Chinese person, she is still accustomed to using the solar water heater in the bathtub and taking a shower with the shower head. After all, the world she has lived in for 16 years can't be changed just by saying so.
Here is the translation:
Walking over here, there was a separate dressing room. Xuan Yiran wrapped herself in a bath towel and stood in front of the full-length mirror. She picked up the clothes that Jian Song had brought over and looked at them. For some reason, Xuan Yiran felt a bit strange and uncomfortable when she saw it. It was a very Gothic-style foreign skirt, just like the kind European noblewomen wore on TV - a white camisole with lace trim, an outer layer with a flared hem, and a dress with a row of pearls or a big bow at the chest.
In her hand was a set of white camisole with lace trim, a layered lace skirt with gold edging, and a gathered waist with a pale gold butterfly knot decorated apron dress.
Wearing this luxurious outfit out, Xuan Yan couldn't help but say it's just like the COS that everyone in her world loves to play.
She actually wanted to wear the clothes Aunt Arans had prepared for her, but when she walked out the door with the clothes in her arms, Jian suddenly appeared with a serious face and educated her: "Miss, you are the king's noble guest, how can you wear such unbecoming clothes? Moreover, doing so will only make the king feel embarrassed."
Unexpectedly, Jian Yu's education is as strict as Tang Seng's, with a never-ending stream of "this can't be done" and "that won't do".
The honored guest was actually a prisoner closely guarded by King Els, but with some freedom.
That kind of guy who treats women as men and uses them as a vent, is unpredictable, her life is in danger at any moment, God knows when he will be displeased with her and bury her directly.
Because she is not his opponent at all now, and with the current power of Xuanhuo, he can't be eliminated.
Xuan let out a sigh, thinking what's the point of thinking so much. When you're under someone else's roof, how can you not lower your head? For now, just admit defeat and put on your clothes obediently.
