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King of Han's selection of concubines.
Four simple words, a single brief phrase, yet they tell of so many silent male ambitions and female tears, they reveal the persecution and cruelty of feudal ideology, and they speak of many a man's long-cherished dreams...
But it's not necessarily all that dramatic.
"Actually, it doesn't have to be like that."
In the little courtyard, Zhou Li tried to placate the fuming Zhu Qianyun gently, "After all, your dad is the King of Han, he does have some rights when it comes to taking concubines. The King Zhao next door already has twelve, and his daughter didn't complain at all."
"Yeah, exactly."
Tang Wan, munching on candy, nodded vigorously, "Zhou Li is right."
"Huh?"
Zhu Qianyun raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "Wan'er, just how many do you want to marry?"
"Do I even have a choice?"
Tang Wan was taken aback, "Aren't I the one to be married off?"
