"Oh? Then let's hear it," Consort Daoyin said, gazing at him.
Li Tianming gritted his teeth. "Here's the thing. I wanted to ask: if I become the princess's consort, can I still marry someone else? Your Highness knows I've just reunited with Zi Zhen, the disciple of the old Battle Maniac. We were properly married long ago, and we've already lived as husband and wife."
Li Tianming did not stop there. He immediately turned toward An Xuetian. "And then there's the An family. An Ning and I haven't formally married, but we've stood shoulder to shoulder all this time, and our feelings run as deep as the sea. More importantly—and I hope no one laughs at me for this—young as I am, Lady An Ning is carrying my child. She bears my bloodline. Before long, I'll be a father..."
By the time Li Tianming reached that point, dead silence had fallen all around him!
Then he raised his head, looked Consort Daoyin straight in the eye, and gritted his teeth. "But I'm also very fond of Princess Mo. To tell the truth, I've dreamed of becoming a consort of Xuanting! So I'll dare to ask: Princess Mo, An Ning, and Zi Zhen—though marrying each of them would mean joining her family, could I marry all three?!"
His voice had grown louder toward the end.
Everyone there, especially the few men present, gaped at Li Tianming in disbelief.
Could a man marry into several families at once?
Could he marry them all?
Just what the hell did he think he was?!
Before the imperial family could even react, An Xuetian lost her temper. "Outrageous! What utter nonsense! The princess is beyond price. How could she share a husband with anyone else?"
Li Tianming looked aggrieved. "Of course I understand that. But