Yun Zhonghe clutched his own chest, stricken with pain, but a mass of coagulated blood was still churning in his throat. If he didn't spit it out, it would have cost him his life.
At this moment, Yun Zhonghe truly wanted to slap himself for asking such an idiotic question.
"Brother Yun didn't become a top suitor, don't you have any idea why?" Ding Dragon Lady continued to speak.
"I don't like this method. Even in our own country, women are not treated as objects of trade," Yun Zhonghe said with a stern face.
"Yet every year, the queue of men vying for suitors in our country is endless. It's nothing more than a game for the palace women. Whether it's acting for fun or sincere emotions, everyone has their own choices. Why take it so seriously..." Ding Dragon Lady said.
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Finally, it was Zhu Minglang's turn... He appeared on the National Son-in-law Stage.
Looking at the countless enchanting women before him, his feelings were quite complicated.
