There was a faint smile on Mei 'er's face, but her eyes were cold.
"Marquis Zhao hasn't been back for a few months. He'll be back tomorrow," Wu Tielong suddenly said.
Mei 'er laughed. "What does it matter if he returns or not? the women in this residence all have a hard life. It's a good thing that we met the young mistress. Otherwise, we would have to wait for a lifetime without any boundaries." She seemed to have come to terms with everything. For some reason, she felt that Jiang Xi was like a person who upheld justice and gave her a sense of security.
Wu Tielong also did not know how to tell Concubine Mei 'er. He only felt that she spent her youth being locked up in this small and narrow backyard, spending her life alone was too pitiful.
