After tidying up, Yan Liulong, bearing the soreness, walked out of the courtyard. The beautiful scenery of Chengsheng Mountain lifted her spirits a bit, but upon seeing those stunning beauties admiring the scenery, her mood soured again, and she even felt somewhat dejected and inferior.
Judging from the attire of those beauties, they must be Han Li's wives and concubines. A look of envy appeared in Yan Liulong's eyes.
She had previously read some reports about Han Li, and had also seen information about his concubines; only his wives' information was not available and was strictly protected.
These concubines all had low aptitudes and even lower cultivations. In terms of beauty, temperament, and even their postures, none of them compared to her. Yet, they were concubines, and she was merely a servant concubine, with no status whatsoever in their presence.
"Sigh~"
Yan Liulong sighed again and silently walked back to her courtyard, giving up on the idea of looking for Yun Miaoyi.
