However, the steward understood now. Apart from Su Qiao, the others probably had no hope today.
Although he was somewhat unwilling deep down, he knew better than to resist. He hurriedly cupped his hands and said respectfully, "Since you, Young Master, think that's enough, then it definitely is. I'll take these girls away first."
Ye Shaoxuan's temper came and went quickly. He once again returned to his sleepy-looking state and rose lazily.
"Take them farther away. Don't let them come waving around in front of me and get in my eyes."
The steward immediately understood what he meant. Although he felt somewhat regretful, he quickly agreed. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll arrange for people to send them back at once."
Although the women all found it a pity, when they thought of having to walk barefoot across a road of fire and dance and sing atop knife points, they no longer dared to harbor any delusions.
When they passed by Su Qiao, they even gave her looks of pity.
Su Qiao: "..." What the actual hell.
They had all been jealous of her just now, and now they were pitying her instead. Had they all gone to study face-changing?
She could have left, but in the end, she had been forced to stay. This left her filled with pent-up anger that she could not vent, so it was obvious how furious she was at that moment.
Soon, the only people left in the main hall were Ye Shaoxuan, who looked thoroughly listless; Old Butler Steward Shen; and Su Qiao, who stood at the entrance with her head lowered, seemingly silent but actually cursing through clenched teeth.
Steward Shen glanced at the obedient-looking Su Qiao and asked cautiously, "Young Master, how should we arrange her?"
By rights, the Young Master's concubine would