The Concubines lacked the ingrained sense of superiority that noblewomen boasted, so they approached Qiao Xiaomai themselves, hoping to order Floral Dew suited to their health and complexions.
Yet, Qiao Xiaomai still did not nod her head.
What difference did it make for them to come personally?
Had they not ignored Qiao Residence before, leaving the entrance cold and deserted?
Without Qiao Xiaomai's approval, these women then started to cry, lamenting the hardships of being a concubine, always at the mercy of the head mistress, who recently had to obediently heed the master's word during a time of strict control—let alone them.
They had to follow the master's policies, helpless as they were, and they had always admired and looked up to Qiao Xiaomai—seeing her as a heroine in their hearts.
In short, after sobbing about their difficulties, they began to lavish Qiao Xiaomai with all sorts of compliments, a non-stop pour of sweet words that cost them nothing.
