After downing a few cups of wine, Cen Gaosong was feeling a little tipsy. Hearing someone complain gave him the perfect outlet to vent his own frustrations.
"Tell me about it. It's all the same. They both bear children for me, so why must there be a distinction between high and low status? Day in and day out, they bicker and fight in the manor, completely disregarding me..."
Wu Haicong and the others were well aware of the drama in Cen Gaosong's inner courtyard.
Privately, they all agreed that Cen Gaosong was being foolish. A concubine was a concubine; how could he blur the lines?
When they had first arrived here, their families used to visit each other. Their wives had complained endlessly about this very issue. A lowly concubine actually dared to call herself Madam and sit as an equal among wives with imperial titles. Some women of lower ranks had even bowed to her, and she had the audacity to accept their respects. None of them knew where she got the nerve.
