Song Ci looked at Concubine Mei and Shui Lianlian, saying nothing until both their faces turned pale and knees trembled before she finally spoke.
"You two, not doing very well, are you?"
At her words, both fell to their knees with a thud, kowtowed, and said in trembling voices, "Please, Madam, spare us. It was our failure; we failed to persuade the Old Master. Please, Madam, spare us."
"I have said before that apart from offspring, the Song Family will not mistreat you two. Even if the old man and I are gone in the future, you will be well taken care of, living a life of luxury and wealth. Did I ever make empty promises to you?"
Song Ci pointed at their attire, saying, "Look at what you are wearing, everything top-notch, made from the best materials, with your heads adorned with vermillion hairpins. To put it bluntly, if you walk out wearing this, who would know you're concubines? Even official wives from less noble households cannot match your splendor."
