[Double Purity, Devoted Romance]
The young emperor ascended the throne at the age when others were still crown princes. He went to bed later than a dog and got up earlier than a chicken.
Every morning court session felt like visiting a tomb. He ran back and forth between two points, and before he knew it, his harem was packed with people.
Gazing at all those unfamiliar, enthusiastic faces, he had a nightmare that night. He even started hallucinating, hearing a strange voice.
[Harem Consort Development System successfully bound to Host.]
Young Emperor: ????
Who? Who's the consort?
[Develop your consort, Shang Furui, and receive rewards.]
Young Emperor: What a joke. I rule over all under heaven. Why would I care about such trivial things...
[Successfully recited the Three Character Classic. Probability of natural disasters this year: 10%.]
Young Emperor: Listen to me. Recite a whole cartload of prayers for good weather and peace throughout the land.
*
Before entering the palace, Madam Shang took her daughter's hand and urged her again and again: "Our family doesn't expect you to make a name for yourself. Just stay safe."
And so Shang Furui, whose motto was to keep a low profile and be quiet as a chicken, entered the palace.
The palace servants bearing good news nearly wore a path to her door: "A chess manual, brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, zithers, flutes, and lutes... These are all gifts from His Majesty. Oh, and His Majesty also said he'd like to study by lamplight with Your Ladyship tonight, and climb the mountain of books together."
Shang Furui: ????!!!()?!
*
"My beloved consort, how can you sleep at your age?!"
A stubborn, studious favorite consort forced to learn [expression] versus a workaholic young emperor who rolls up his sleeves and conquers everything.
Pure romance, with extreme favoritism. The harem is all for show and will be disbanded.
A light, sweet romance. An entirely fictional setting, with no concern for historical accuracy.
