It was nearly noon when they returned to the Mountain Stronghold.
In the North Courtyard Flower Hall, the Seven Madams had already ordered servants to prepare an abundant feast of wine and dishes.
When Red Skirt Madam Liu Ruyan saw Lin Mo return, she immediately went to greet him, her eyes brimming with concern:
"My lord must be exhausted after rushing about all morning. I specifically instructed the kitchen to stew some Ginseng Chicken Soup to replenish your strength."
As she spoke, she naturally linked her arm through Lin Mo's right arm.
Almost at the same time, a cool voice came from his left: "My lord, wash your hands first."
Blue Skirt Madam Leng Yueshuang had already brought over a copper basin. Several flower petals floated in the water, which was at just the right temperature.
Though her bearing was aloof, her movements were meticulous. She gently rolled up Lin Mo's sleeves for him.
Looking at the scene before him, Lin Mo sighed inwardly.
These Seven Madams truly each had their own unique charm, and all of them were highly skilled at serving others.
At that moment, the seven madams of the stronghold, plump and slender alike, each possessing her own allure, had gathered together.
With Su Wanqing added to the mix, whose looks and figure were inferior to no one's,
the entire room seemed filled with the promise of spring, with undercurrents surging beneath the surface.
"Everyone, sit." Lin Mo took his seat at the head of the table.
Only then did the eight women take their seats one after another.
Liu Ruyan and Leng Yueshuang sat snugly beside Lin Mo on either side, while Su Wanqing was arranged directly opposite him.
The position showed respect, yet it also happened to let Lin Mo see her at a glance