What Are You Trying to Pull?

After receiving Your Majesty's compromising reply from Ji Ben Bu Lang, the ministers were beside themselves with excitement, congratulating one another.

"Ha ha ha, wonderful! We finally won!"

"The world has been saved. The glory of this empire can finally endure forever."

"It hasn't been easy. Ten years—we finally persuaded Your Majesty. He finally agreed to take an Empress. Good, wonderful! The empire's Crown Prince will soon be born."

"Only today has this weight on my heart finally been lifted. Otherwise, I would die with my eyes open."

Several ministers were deeply moved, even shedding tears of excitement.

However, when Ji Ben Bu Lang revealed the Emperor's condition—that he intended to marry only one woman and would not take a single one more—the smiles on the ministers' faces froze. After exchanging looks for a moment, they all voiced their dissatisfaction and opposition.

"Only one wife? How can that do? Since ancient times, what Emperor ever married just one? At the very least, there must be one Empress, three consorts, and ten concubines—at least thirteen women. This custom cannot be broken here."

"Exactly. The rules handed down by our ancestors cannot be broken!"

"I don't think thirteen is enough. At least a hundred must be taken! Your Majesty currently has no heirs at all; his bloodline is extremely thin. If he does not take more consorts and bear more children, how can this vast empire remain stable?"

"Well said! There absolutely cannot be fewer than a hundred. From now on, Your Majesty should stop leaving the Imperial Palace to fool around outside. Unless he gets all one hundred of those bellies swollen, us old ministers will keep making trouble!"

"Right, we'll keep making trouble! Marrying only one is far too perfunctory. Absolutely unacceptable!"

The ministers clamored one after another, intending to