The Southern Kingdom Has a Male Empress

That year, the barbarians proposed peace negotiations. At the banquet, they displayed a row of newly ennobled princesses and commandery princesses, each one graceful and virtuous, whether plump or slender.

But after looking them over, the barbarian envoy pointed at Han Shaoxiang, seated at the head of the table, and said, “These royal ladies are lovely, but my king has eyes only for a peerless talent like Han Shaoxiang. He insists that Han be sent to marry him.”

The legendary beauty Han nearly dropped his wine cup in shock. His emperor almost fell off the throne, too, stammering, “You... you want... him...”

“But Han is a man!”

“My king has many wives. Even if he takes Han as his principal spouse, he does not expect him to bear children.”

“How dare you! Han is the chancellor of our dynasty!”

“We have long heard of Han’s talents. This would be a perfect way to strengthen relations and secure peace. It could not be better.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because... because he... Chancellor Han... he is mine... my man!”

“Who?”

“A... an important person, very important... Ahem...”

“Your empress?”

“Not... not yet...”

“Your consort?”

“Neither... neither...”

“Then does Your Majesty mean to deceive us and play games with our country?!”

“If Han is not Your Majesty’s principal spouse, then no matter how precious a consort he may be, would you not give him up for peace?”

“Does Your Majesty intend to reignite war over one person?”