Gently blowing the petals floating on the surface of the tea, Ye Qingci took a sip and elegantly placed the teacup down, looking at the two women, she smiled lightly, "As you just said, we are from the Empire, not from Quyang Country. Our customs differ from yours, where a man cannot marry three wives and take four concubines; he can have only one wife for life. If a man flirts outside, he will be scorned and reviled. If I allowed Seventh Master to take you in, that would truly harm him. Thus, I advise you to stay here quietly. In the future, if you find someone you truly love, I might even be willing to provide a dowry for you. But if you dare to covet my man, don't blame me for being impolite."
The two women did not expect Ye Qingci, who seemed so innocent and harmless, to speak so sharply, and they were somewhat surprised.
