"Your whole family is abstract."
Cen Zhu was already too exhausted to complain.
After learning that the decision-maker for the King of Han's consort selection was the Queen Consort of Han, Cen Zhu had despaired of this world's absurdity.
She had always felt she was not quite normal, an oddity even among monsters. But after spending a mere ten days in Taiying, Cen Zhu had despairingly accepted that this world was nothing but a giant makeshift troupe.
"Do we really have to go?"
Looking at the invitation in her hand, with a troubled expression Cen Zhu said, "I don't understand why we would be invited to be judges at the consort selection event of the King of Han."
Indeed, this makeshift troupe had unfolded an abstract scene: the King of Han had specially invited some people to serve as judges for the consort selection. And the guest list—which coincidentally matched? How did it manage to be coincidental?
