Dressed as a sickly male concubine of a royal dynasty, I wanted to lie down and retire, but I was appointed by the emperor as the "Fight Mediator in the Royal Garden" because I was so good at complaining. Every day, people gather around to watch the nine male concubines, who are famous in dramas, tearing their heads, spilling blood, fighting for favors, and growing vegetables and selling melons. In the end, the bloody palace drama turned into a farmhouse comedy - Your Majesty, your male concubines started fighting again by the vegetable field today, this time over who stole whose cucumber.
