The harem, since the emergence of the feudal monarchy system, has been the tomb of beauties and heroes. The world's greatest heroes or peerless beauties, once they enter the harem, they are like broken-winged birds or broken-winged butterflies. Behind the comings and goings of the palace is actually a desolate scene. But ultimately it's the lonely people. Behind the prosperity there is a desolate heart. Once the conspiracy invades the harem, it will be a battlefield without smoke. Even if the ground is covered with blood, there will still be people walking through it with a smile. Where there is blood, there are fireworks of love.
The men in the harem are even more miserable than women. They often will not commit themselves to love. Once the matter is over and the blood has flowed, they will shed tears.