Here sat some of the most exceptional women of their time. Each of them had their own temperament, their own thoughts, and none of them relied on anyone else for survival. To expect such a group to coexist in perfect harmony, let alone engage in some kind of cooperative arrangement for Zhao Changhe’s benefit, was something even the most delusional novels would not dare dream of.2

Even among those who had already shared a bed, such as master and disciple, there was still no shortage of snide remarks behind closed doors—remarks such as “useless little brat” or “old hag with no taste.”0

Sisi, for all her carefree attitude as an exotic foreign enchantress, was only open to such matters because it was with Yue Hongling. If it were anyone she was not familiar with, Zhao Changhe would not even put it past her to resort to poison; being open-minded did not always mean such in a good way.0

To this day, Zhao Changhe still did not dare proclaim anyone as his official wife… though he did have a little rabbit somewhere. He feared it would trigger an all-out war. He was not planning to think about it in the future either. If he could play dead on this matter indefinitely, that would be ideal. He would much rather simply pretend that...0