The halls of the Hunyi Mansion had fallen into a silence as deep as death.
The King of Han's Concubine Draft Project—Dragon Roar Maiden 101 Talent Show
I recognized each character, and together they seemed vaguely familiar, yet, once assembled, they formed a string of words in a lesser-known Chinese dialect.
Who the hell writes this shit?
"Young Master Zhou Zhouzhou, this..."
An old eunuch managed a strained smile and asked, "What are you planning to do with this?"
"A draft for selection."
Zhou Li stated it as a matter of course.
"This draft is..."
The old eunuch's smile became even more forced.
"Ah, although it's not nice to say this, I still have to speak up."
Zhou Li sighed deeply, speaking earnestly, "You guys are just too young, too common, and you still have much to learn."
"Who is our King of Han?"
Between phrases, Zhou Li shamelessly referred to "our King of Han," self-assuming the role of a loyal follower, the number one goon in the Han king's service.
