A generation of enchantresses bewitched the harem

Chapter 15
Little did they know that this sentence of mine would actually become the best evidence of my weakness and kindness in the future, and I would never have imagined that just because of this sentence, it would bring me so much in the future.

My seemingly simple sentence contains the great truth of life.

The beautiful woman frowned and thought about it, nodded for a while, and said: "She is indeed a simple girl."

I smiled and expressed my gratitude.

The two of us have been squatting there in such a strange posture, until the pile of ants have all entered the nest, I rubbed my numb feet and sat on the stone steps.

The beautiful woman was dumbfounded, but asked me in amazement: "Can I sit here?"

I showed a sweet and innocent smile to outsiders, and said, "Why not?" I patted the open space beside me, and said, "Try—"

She looked at several servants, then at me, and sat down tentatively.The maids obviously wanted to stop me, but they seemed to be extremely afraid of this beautiful woman.

I doubted her identity in my heart, but I didn't have the heart to think about it.

"Sure enough, it's very comfortable. The stone steps are cool, much cooler than the jade chair." The beautiful woman looked at me with a smile and said casually.I was surprised, jade chair?In this capital, apart from the emperor and queen mother in the palace, those who can sit on jade chairs are our Xue family and the general's mansion.

This beautiful woman is definitely not the wife of an ordinary family.So I smiled more innocently, and said: "That thing is really a waste, not as comfortable as these stone steps. But..."

I stopped, and the beautiful woman immediately asked me: "But what?"

I laughed and said, "But we girls can't do that casually." I whispered back into her ear, "But it's okay to do it once in a while."

The two of us covered our mouths and laughed happily.

I looked at her face and thought for a while, then murmured: "Madam, you really look like a person."

"Oh, like who?" she asked me, seeming interested.

I scratched the back of my head, thought for a while, and said, "Like the Guanyin lady in my Buddhist hall, she is kind and beautiful."

She was taken aback for a moment, then asked me with a smile: "Is this true?"

(End of this chapter)