Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 1586 - 1585: Yesterday You Were Indifferent_1

The Concubines lacked the ingrained sense of superiority that noblewomen boasted, so they approached Qiao Xiaomai themselves, hoping to order Floral Dew suited to their health and complexions.

Yet, Qiao Xiaomai still did not nod her head.

What difference did it make for them to come personally?

Had they not ignored Qiao Residence before, leaving the entrance cold and deserted?

Without Qiao Xiaomai’s approval, these women then started to cry, lamenting the hardships of being a concubine, always at the mercy of the head mistress, who recently had to obediently heed the master’s word during a time of strict control—let alone them. freeweɓnøvel.com

They had to follow the master’s policies, helpless as they were, and they had always admired and looked up to Qiao Xiaomai—seeing her as a heroine in their hearts.

In short, after sobbing about their difficulties, they began to lavish Qiao Xiaomai with all sorts of compliments, a non-stop pour of sweet words that cost them nothing.

As concubines, they truly lacked dignity; taken as maids by the head mistress, their children could only call them "Aunt," unless they were particularly capable or favored, in which case their lives were slightly better than a maid’s.

Their circumstances determined the way they acted; they didn’t feel that asking Qiao Xiaomai for help was beneath them—her status was higher than theirs after all!

Truth be told, Qiao Xiaomai had never imagined a day when a group of concubines would surround her crying, and after their tears, would flatter her, practically worshipping her to the skies.

Seeing the longing in their eyes, her heart softened, and she nodded her head in the end.

These people had it tough too, why should she make it harder for them?

Besides, the Spiritual Spring water was indeed effective, but for her, it was inexhaustible, and asking them for five hundred taels silver for a jar of water she could endlessly use, and seeing them cry and fawn over her, made her heart relent.

She agreed, then, to let this group place their orders.

The news that Qiao Xiaomai was willing to take orders for Floral Dew spread quickly, and the rejected head mistresses cursed her a hundred times over in their hearts.

They had sent maids to Qiao Xiaomai, who denied them, but now she had agreed to a group of lowly concubines.

She really was despicable!

Only fit to mingle with those Concubines who couldn’t show their faces in public!

Cursing viciously in their hearts, some even smashed a few sets of furniture; but after venting, they felt even more aggrieved.

Although they were the head mistresses, with their natal families as support and substantial dowries, at the end of the day, they were still dependent on men; they had to share one with those despicable concubines they looked down upon with utter disdain.

It was a harsh reality; as women, they couldn’t do as Qiao Xiaomai did, opening her own Harem.

They were merely one of the women in a man’s backyard, while Qiao Xiaomai had established a Harem filled with countless beautiful men at her disposal.

This brutal disparity and reality forced them to concede.

With the concubines buying Floral Dew to vie for favor, they would be left behind if they didn’t keep up.

Being discarded by a man typically didn’t end well, unless one had a truly strong family backing them.

But looking across the entire Capital City, how many women had that kind of support?

There were only a few Aristocratic Families, and within them, how many legitimate daughters?

Most women had to compete for favor and depend on men.

Such was reality, so in the end, these noblewomen chose to lower their heads, coming in person with kind words and ties to form a relationship with Qiao Xiaomai, seeking to order Floral Dew.

They humbled themselves, but Qiao Xiaomai held her chin high, commanding the doors of the Residence to be shut, refusing to see anyone.

The Housekeeper of the mansion, bestowed by Yang Wenxiao, feared no one; with such a figure backing her, Qiao Xiaomai lived carefree within her home.