Because when the lady came in, everyone had their heads lowered and did not see the lady's makeup. Only now did they realize that the lady's makeup was also plum blossom makeup.

This concubine actually wears the same clothes as the madam. No wonder the madam has such a look on her face.

"Husband... Madam, I will go back to my room to change my makeup."

The concubine was intimidated by the madam's aura. She was just a concubine. She had no children and was not very favored by the master. In this Prime Minister's Mansion, in addition to bullying the maids, concubines who were more favored than her could ride on her.

On her head.[

She didn't dare to offend the madam. If she offended the madam, her life would be even more difficult.

The other people around her looked like they were watching a good show. The concubine's face turned red and white, like a big dyeing workshop, which was really beautiful.

"Change."

The lady uttered a word in a funny tone, and slowly tapped the tea cup with her fingers on the back of her hand.

Every sound was like hitting the concubine, and the atmosphere became weird at this moment.

The hall instantly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop very clearly.

Only the sound of the lady's breathing and the tapping of the tea cup could be heard.

While everyone was worried, the lady smiled heartily and walked forward to pay the concubine.

"Sister, don't panic. We are all sisters. We all wear the same clothes as the master, so why should we have separate makeup?"

Such gentle words made everyone's jaws drop. Mrs. Hua Shuang has always been ruthless, how could she be so polite.

But the next second, everyone's thoughts changed.

I saw that every time the lady spoke, her tone was extremely gentle, but the handkerchief in her hand was wiping the concubine's face heavily, and her hand was firmly pressing on the concubine's shoulder, but her face was full of smiles.

I saw that the concubine's delicate plum blossom makeup turned into flower marks all over her face, looking as dirty as a tabby cat.

But there was no expression on his face. Even when he was angry, his face was still smiling to please.

Even if my face is distorted with laughter, I cannot express, shout, or get angry.

Because this is survival, this is survival. If Madam is kicked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, then she will be worse than a dog.

"Very good, very good. It looks more beautiful this way, don't you think so?"

The concubine's face looked like it had been scratched by a cat. It was a little black here, a little red there, and the charm of her face was completely gone. It was not pretty at all, it was clearly an ugly face.
Chapter completed!