"Anyways, the Emperor has to take concubines, so what's the difference between one hundred and one thousand..." Xia Ruqing said.
Zi Yue was speechless.
...
After the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, the new year would arrive.
For the Emperor, it simply didn't exist.
Though it was time to lay down the brush, there was an abundance of year-end affairs. How could Zhao Junyao find leisure?
He had ceased attending court, but the pile of petitions from various regions hadn't reduced in the slightest.
He would sit in the Imperial Study Room for an entire day.
He hadn't visited the Harem in half a month.
Xia Ruqing expressed her sympathy. What's the use of taking so many concubines if you don't even have the time to sleep with them! she grumbled inwardly, but these were words she dared not speak aloud; Zi Yue would likely nag her to death.
At this moment, outside the Imperial Study Room, Hai Dasheng presented a huge stack of tribute lists.
