San Na stepped into her quarters and took a seat, her eyes closed as she played with her fingers slightly. Xuan, her young personal maid, stood beside her, her face filled with worry.
"I know you want to say something. Out with it already," she said with her eyes still closed.
Xuan finally responded, "My lady, what exactly are we going to do about this new concubine? The General is obviously bewitched by her. What if after he marries her, the General discards you and makes her his main wife instead? W-What about the small Young Master Mo Shang? What i-if he doesn't make him his heir—"
San Na raised her hand, stopping Xuan from continuing.
San Na slowly opened her eyes, and the calm look on her face disappeared, replaced by a cold and distant one. Her fingers stopped moving, resting on her lap.
