"Someone, make Mei'er's chair a little softer. This chair is too hard. Her waist will hurt if I sit on it for too long." The swelling on Zhao Hongwei's face had already gone down. Right now, his face was as suave as the rumors said. No wonder he could attract so many women to willingly enter his residence and bear his children. Although the concubines hated Zhao Hongwei for bringing women home, they also hoped to be doted on by Zhao Hongwei. They were once unique in Zhao Hongwei's heart.