"Xia Yan, this is not for coercion, but for the sake of the future prosperity of Xia Kingdom."
"Haha, Hu Min came to see you, right? He told you? Otherwise, how could you have such a high level of consciousness?" Xia Yan sneered.
I have no explanation. At this time, explanation is tantamount to cover-up.
"Please, Your Majesty, put the country and the country first!" I actually knelt down in front of him. This was the first time in my history that I willingly knelt down in front of him. This kneeling made me heartbroken.
Xia Yan will never understand how sad and sad I am.
Just when I was pleased with my feat, a stack of memorials was suddenly smashed in front of me, which had just been thrown away by Xia Yan.
An angry male voice sounded above me: "Pick it up and read it yourself!"
Xia Yan's tone was very strong, but I knew that his anger was not directed at me. It was just because I was not standing in the same trench with him that he suffered along with me.
I picked up the memorials on the floor and opened them one by one. The contents were very different. They all asked Xia Yan to enrich his harem.
Of course, Xia Yan did not simply ask me to read the content, but to read the names of the people on the memorial.
There were Song Ke, Hu Min, Di Qing, Zhao Kou, and even Xiahou Liancheng had submitted a memorial, and the date was actually before the New Year. I couldn't help but be shocked that Xia Yan had kept this matter hidden until now.
"These old guys are making memorials every day asking me to enrich the harem, but they don't agree. Come on, you are colluding with them..." He roared at me like a wounded beast.
I lowered my head and smiled silently.
But what can I do? My Xia Yan is so outstanding and charming. Wouldn’t it be a pity if he didn’t have a son to inherit the country?
"Xia Yan, just do as the brochure says... please."
"Please? Are you begging me for this matter? Hahaha..." A cold sneer overflowed from the corners of his lips: "Who do you think I am doing this for, don't you know?"
Of course, for me, this is understandable.
But why didn’t I do it for him?
"I beg the king to enrich his harem." I bowed to him.
Xia Yan didn't answer.
When I looked up, I saw his hazy eyes staring straight at me, and my heart tightened involuntarily.
Xia Yan stared at me silently, then suddenly turned around and walked out. I saw that he was walking very fast, as if he was going to stab someone's whole family to death.
I was startled, and hurriedly jumped up from the ground, hugged his waist, and buried my face in his broad back.
"Let go." He ordered in a low and cold voice.
"I'm sorry... I don't know what the right thing to do is, I'm sorry."
He stopped talking again.
I continued: "Do you think I want to see you take a concubine? But if you don't take a concubine, I can't help you have a son...Old ministers don't understand love, they only know that there will be successors...They are not wrong."
No one here is at fault.
"And I don't want you to be in trouble. I know better than anyone else that you want a prince, but I am useless and cannot satisfy your request."
"Stop talking." Xia Yan interrupted me with difficulty.
I hugged him tighter, and my thousands of words turned into silent tears, swaying down his back.
…
Ten days later, the draft will begin.
Just in time for the full moon, I replaced Xia Yanxuan.
ps: It’s so confusing to write. Don’t shoot me. Don’t shoot me.
