There were cries in the underworld, high and low, and beauties of all colors knelt all over the hall. The King of Hell had a huge headache, and all kinds of male ghosts kept beating drums and complaining for no reason, just to get a glimpse of the emperor's harem. I never imagined the beauty of happiness when I was alive, but I don't think this death will be a feast for the eyes. For a time, Niu Tou Ma Nian was too busy.
After hearing all kinds of stories, the King of Hell wanted to sentence both the emperor and the young emperor to the eighteenth level of hell with a stroke of his pen. But the concubines didn't want to do it anymore. How could the emperor suffer like that with his delicate skin and tender flesh? Emperor Bunren must have been seduced by his master. The people disagreed. The emperor had no interest in political affairs all day long, so that the whole country worshiped God's laws and the people were uneasy. How could he let it go?