The elderly caretaker of the Empress's harem walks steadily along the row of young concubines who have just been brought to the palace. He unceremoniously eyeing each young man as if he were a steed. He frowns, shakes his head and clicks his tongue. Finally, he stops in front of Feng and looks at him for a long moment. Feng lowers his eyes, as he has been taught - he is good at feigning submissiveness when necessary, despite the fact that many feelings are seething inside him right now.
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