He arrived at the front of a tent, hesitated slightly, then pushed aside the curtain and stepped in.
Inside the tent, four elderly women who had already sensed something, were holding knives and weapons in trepidation by the entrance. When they saw the curtain lift, they retreated in fear, looking at him with terror.
Li Yuan glanced over their faces.
He closed his eyes slightly.
He still remembered the youthful appearances of these old faces.
However, his relationship with them only stopped at master and servant. Unlike Lady Xue, who did many, many things for him, knew many of his secrets, and still accepted him.
The four elderly women were momentarily astonished when the visitor closed his eyes.
Suddenly, the visitor spoke.
"You must be the four maids of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, right?"
An elderly woman nodded lightly and said, "We are."
This was the slightly bold Xiaozhu.
