Ding Qiuyue forced a smile and withdrew her hands secretly.
Only she knew what kind of life she was living.
She was just a concubine and it was not at all a good life. People who were short-sighted would say so.
Zhao Ming was dressed well and was wearing all kinds of ornaments. That was what a noble lady was actually like.
On the other hand, she only had a few pieces of jewelry, and a few sets of garments that might lift up her spirit a little.
Even Zhao Ming's maid lived a better life than she did. Even her monthly salary was higher than hers.
But she would not dare to accept too much money given to her, otherwise Madame Zhao would punish her.
Old Master Zhao was an old man reaching almost 50 years… being a concubine for such an old man did not seem like a good life to her at all.
