Zhao Fu looked over the women of the Night Dynasty. Every one of them was, naturally, breathtakingly beautiful. In this ancient-like world, those in power could forcibly gather beautiful women together. This time, Zhao Fu had only brought thirty-two of them here.
As for the other women, whose looks were relatively less outstanding and who had little blood relation to Ye Cang, Zhao Fu had not captured them all. Otherwise, there would have been at least several hundred.
After all, the Night Dynasty's kings alone had quite a number of consorts and daughters, while the other factions also had princess consorts, concubines, and the commandery princesses they had borne. Added together, the number was considerable.
Zhao Fu had brought them here mainly to fulfill Ye Cang's promise. Zhao Fu was a man who kept his word; if he promised someone something, he believed it should be done. The most beautiful women of the Night Dynasty, and those most closely related by blood, had all gathered here, enough to fulfill Ye Cang's request.
The first was Empress Qian of the Night Dynasty. Her figure was exceedingly mature, her features exquisite, and she looked deeply alluring—a classic beautiful mature woman. She was also the mother of the previous generation's successor, but with that successor's death, she had lost her standing as well.
The second was Water Consort, the most favored consort of the current reign. Her looks were peerless, her figure graceful, and her skin soft and delicate, carrying a gentle, tender air.
The third was Princess Ye. Naturally, she was exceptionally beautiful, with a tall, slender figure and a distinctive scholarly elegance. However, she was already married and had now been forcibly brought here. Of course, her mother was also a rare beauty, and Zhao Fu had brought her along as