"We must have Jiang Tang give us a clear explanation, no matter what," they said, determined to understand exactly what was going on.
Dugu's eyes betrayed his thoughts even though he didn't speak; he craved an explanation even if he couldn't possess such a Spirit Plant.
Jiang Tang's head buzzed from the incessant chatter of the girls; the saying 'three women make a market' turned out to be true. Too many women around was a source of annoyance; they wouldn't be subdued easily, yet the desire for a harem brought its own set of troubles to a man.
It dawned on Jiang Tang that having a harem was self-inflicted trouble. He now understood why Emperors, with their multitude of consorts, found themselves in a sea of troubles amidst pleasure.
Their own sons would kill for the throne, stopping at nothing to assassinate their father; women fought for favor, stirring up endless misfortunes.
He hasn't even married these women yet, but their constant chattering already bothered him.
