The woman, surrounded by several others, felt her pale face twitch at the remark. She subconsciously touched her cheek. 'I'm not that much older than them, am I…?'
"Hurry up, ladies. Gather in the front hall once you're done."
"We'll be done in a moment."
Huaihua called out.
The woman was ushered into an inner room. The concubines had a clear division of labor: some dried her hair, some helped her undress, and others washed her face.
The woman's eyes followed the others as they moved about. She'd heard stories about the Great General of Beili—rumors said he had a harem of concubines. Seeing them now, she had to admit General Xiang had excellent taste.
Each of the concubines was graceful and elegant, looking as if they were skilled in the four arts. Moreover, despite their numbers, all the women seemed to get along harmoniously.
'Is this normal?'
'Not only were they harmonious, but they also listened to a little girl?'
