Transformation
Seeing Ning Lüluo staring blankly, Shen Wuxiao could not help asking, "Didn't the call end? What are you spacing out for?"
Ning Lüluo came back to her senses and smiled. "Oh, I was wondering—wasn't she angry?"
"Angry?" Shen Wuxiao pursed his lips. "You mean, she was jealous?"
"Mm..."
Shen Wuxiao raised his brows. "I have so many women. If every one of them got jealous, wouldn't everything be a complete mess?"
"But if they truly love you, they'll definitely be jealous!" Ning Lüluo immediately retorted.
"Even the beauties in an ancient emperor's harem would scheme and fight each other."
Ning Lüluo did not really understand.
Wasn't that normal psychology?
Everyone had possessiveness. How could they share the man they loved with others?
Shen Wuxiao smiled. "They're all human. If you can't treat everyone equally, who wouldn't harbor a little resentment? Ancient emperors would lavish affection on whichever one they liked, completely ignoring the other consorts."
"After enough time, resentment naturally builds. No matter how deep the love is, it'll be worn away."
"If you manage a harem well, it's called a harem. If you manage it badly, you become an Itou Makoto chopped cleanly in two with one stroke."
"They love me, and I love them. They each have their own domains. They aren't idle enough to spend every day fighting over my affection."
"Do you know why I only like strong-willed women and dislike those delicate little white flowers?"
Ning Lüluo thought for a moment. "Because... you hate the weak?"
"That's part of it." Shen Wuxiao glanced at her. "The women of Shen Wuxiao are all capable of standing on their own!"
"When something happens, they face it calmly, their expressions unchanged even if Mount Tai collapses before them."
"If someone wants to bully them, their first thought