The thirteenth year of Yong Zheng was destined to be no ordinary year.
In the first and second months, selections for beautiful women were conducted as usual. If history were to follow its course, this year there would be at least four new Princesses entering the household, and these women would later be promoted to concubines and divide his... affections... with her. To prevent such a situation from occurring, she, who rarely prided herself on favoritism, listed many examples and pressured Yun Mi to abandon the idea of taking in more women.
The so-called examples were nothing more than favoring concubines over wives, and the infighting between bastard and legitimate sons—all well-documented cases that had occurred in every dynasty and generation. Yun Mi simply found his wife's earnest admonitions amusing.
"If you want to be the sole focus of attention, just say so. Beating around the bush with these stories really isn't your style!" he said.
Xiyuan laughed, "So you agree?"
