"Your Majesty, do you have a better plan?" Concubine He held her breath and moved more gently. She carefully put the strands of hair on her head, fixed it with a dark ribbon, and then put the beaded flower hairpin prepared on the table.
Behind Concubine Lu's head.
"Concubine He, your hands are so skillful. None of the girls around me can comb their hair so beautifully." Gu Ying held her chin in hope, while Concubine Lu felt inexplicably sad, "It drags on year after year.
, this last remaining beauty will soon be worn away with time. When your and my faces no longer have the luster of youth, even if your Majesty changes his mind, we can't compare to those living bodies that will never be cut off.
."
Concubine He choked, and the hand holding the comb seemed to have lost its strength in an instant.
What Concubine Lu said was not what she was worried about.
She was thirteen years old when she entered the palace, and now six years have passed in the blink of an eye.[
How long do they have to wait?
And can they just wait patiently to bring back the man who never sets his eyes on them?
"Are you afraid?" Concubine Lu sighed, "I'm afraid too. I'll spend my whole life alone, locked up in a gorgeous cage in a small sky, and all I see every day are as lonely as you and me.
A woman, that desperate life, more or less is just the accumulation of numbers, but has no practical meaning. This kind of life, being surprised by the cold wind every night, is worse than death."
Concubine He lowered her eyes and remained silent.
Even so, what can be done?
There is no reason to like someone or dislike someone, and that man is the emperor, the lord of the world, so there is no room for them, the concubines, to doubt it.
There is nothing you can do.
Apart from complaining a few words in private and taking the opportunity to cause some small chaos to vent their anger, it seems that all they can do is limited to this and nothing else.