"Isn't it all the same?"
"Oh my dear lady, of course, it isn't the same. The old general is practically at death's door, and you'd be the eighth concubine. You'd be bullied to death! Besides, who knows how long he has left to live—what if you find yourself widowed so young..."
Chantelle Neal lazily raised a hand to cover her mouth, yawning softly, her voice barely audible: "Being a concubine is good; I don't have to bother managing household affairs. I can eat and laze around without anyone criticizing me. Once he kicks the bucket, I'll have even more leisure!"
The maids cried and pounded the ground: "Miss is so hopeless; at a time like this, all she thinks about is leisure and idleness. There's no saving her!"
"Turn the page!" Chantelle Neal didn't even flutter an eyelash as she gave a gentle reminder, too lazy to turn the page herself while reading.
This performance made everyone instantly fall for the carefree, easygoing Chantelle Neal, gaining Sparkle Gold a lot of fans.
