This was far beyond Li Na's expectations; it was a world away from what she had imagined. A wife, a favored concubine, and a servant concubine were as different as heaven and earth.
Li Na bowed her head and asked tentatively with a weak voice, "What about the second choice?"
Even though she knew the second choice would generally be worse, Li Na couldn't help but harbor a sliver of hope. What if the outcome was better?
"The second option is to become my female slave," Han Li said indifferently.
The "female slave" he spoke of—she'd satisfy certain needs. Han Li would be responsible for the tilling, the female slave for bearing children. He just needed to ensure that Li Na didn't die.
Upon hearing this, Li Na's delicate body trembled, and she immediately said, "I choose the first one."
Being a female slave was worse than a servant concubine. To be a female slave was to be entirely at Li Feiyu's mercy, without freedom, obtaining nothing, living a life worse than death.
