Missy looked at the young girls ahead, varied in style, each a peerlessly beautiful, celestial figure, yet they willingly became dowry items to marry the same man with the Princess.
This also means that in the Hundred Great Harem, Chu Yi is the only man, like a caged canary, deprived of freedom by the Princess's husband, with an unknown bleak future.
Even to solve physiological needs after marriage, they have to draw lots and queue up.
Missy waved her lotus-arm in distress, the golden ring on her bright wrist releasing a string of golden bell sounds, masking the bitterness in her heart.
She didn't want to be a bird in a cage, but the hierarchical concept in the Royal Court forced her to compromise, only hoping that the husband she marries fits her aesthetic, handsome in appearance, and extremely powerful in strength.
A weak husband would only be crushed under her, mercilessly ridden and humiliated.
Bang!
