Matriarchy: The Men in My Harem Are All Clowns

The protagonist is an emperor, and her harem is filled with a hundred consorts, both civil and military. In the harem, they are consorts; at court, they are ministers.

The rule of the harem in Liguo: No one gets to sit around doing nothing.

To get close to the empress, you have to distinguish yourself through great deeds. So the consorts devote themselves tirelessly to the nation and work single-mindedly for the people.

The people: Has the empress taken another consort today?

On the battlefield, the military consorts are brothers who'd trust each other with their lives. After all, every time a few of them die, the emperor stays out of the harem for years.

They'd be signing their own death warrants!

Before returning to the palace: Anyone who tries to kill my brothers will have to go through me!

After returning to the palace: My brothers are all dead!

The military consorts can't stand the civil consorts. They chop up the paulownia wood the civil consorts picked for their zithers and use it as firewood, then trade the portraits the civil consorts painted for action shots.

When a civil consort tries to complain, a military consort points a sword at them.

The civil consort grits their teeth: You really are shameless!

The military consort gloats: But this is a real sword!

At the Mid-Autumn Festival, a civil consort leans against the emperor's shoulder.

The military consort: What a shameless grown man!

After the civil consort leaves,

The emperor looks at the big head now resting on her shoulder and snaps, irritated: Get your dog head off me!

The military consorts fight openly, while the civil consorts scheme in secret.

The emperor, fed up: Can't you all just behave yourselves for once?

The heroine is all about her career.

The male consorts are all goofballs and lunatics.

P.S. I wrote this for fun. Just have a laugh.