"These lowly wives greet Your Highness," the three of them chorused.
I suppressed the bitterness rising in me. 'Lowly wives'...
Did the Dowager already agree to give them titles in Zheng's supposed harem?
"Please rise, ladies," I told them, raising my hand to gesture for them to get up.
The three of them, each more beautiful than the other, sat down across me in one row at my tea table in Rong Hua Dian.
I was in my long seat, which Su had kept cushioned and comfortable for me.
The eunuch stayed in the main hall the whole day, acting like a shadow as I did my things, making sure that I was safe.
However, I had sent him away to collect the cloths that were meant for my baby. I was planning to embroider some baby clothes to toil away in the winter.
It had been a week since my installation as Zhao Yi.
