Men have it good with beautiful women, especially men of ancient times, who could raise one concubine after another without a hint of guilt, focusing solely on their own pleasure.
Just like the men of the Song Family.
Song Ci snorted, those damn men.
Concubine Mei and Concubine Shui heard the snort and trembled with fear, almost kneeling down.
"Madam, on this Mid-Autumn Festival, your humble servant made a pair of soft shoes for you, wishing you good health," Concubine Mei said, taking a pair of shoes from the maid behind her and offering them with both hands.
Song Ci raised an eyebrow, shoes for her?
How sensible.
She looked at Nanny Gong, who came forward to take the shoes from Concubine Mei and placed them in front of Song Ci.
Song Ci took them and examined them closely; they were embroidered shoes for home use, soft, made with silk, and adorned with patterns of the character for "fortune," very delicately made.
