While doing a chemical experiment, I was surrounded by smoke. When I woke up, I was actually on the wedding bed. When I recovered, I found that I was the bride. Hey, if it's a woman, how could a dignified, seven-foot-old man be called a concubine? How can this be justified?
When I woke up after being drunk, there was actually a man on the bed. Although he looked handsome and charming, he was a man after all. The beauty that I spent so much effort to get was gone. If I don't take care of it, are you sorry for me, the emperor of the prosperous dynasty?
From then on, there was a man in the harem, but this originally unsettled harem life was rippled by another stone...