He was about to take off his shirt to bathe when he suddenly froze and looked at the young maidservant, Meilan.,Jiāng's neck was stiff as he twisted it from side to side, taking in the scene. It was still that same bathhouse: blue-tiled roof, whitewashed walls, and on a wooden rack beside him hung his own long robe, freshly taken off...,"You dirty scoundrel! You, you rascal!" Su Changqing's tears were welling up. "Get out! Get out now!"。