Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 501 [Special episode] Witch Yao Day, the heroine of the world (4)

Everyone in the hall heard her voice.She said these words deliberately to the humble men in front of her.

For a while, the hall was very quiet.

After a while, Yaori sent away all the civil and military officials in the main hall, and let them handle it by themselves. Tomorrow, she will see that her courtiers are all women, and all the maidservants in the harem return to their original places.
Those men who were captured on the battlefield became slaves in Yaori's harem—she gave them a new title, Yaori called them "male inferiority", and changed dynasties. In her eyes, men are nothing .

Such a personality, to some extent, is very similar to her grandfather's domineering, rude and barbaric...

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This night, for the civil and military officials in the court, was a sleepless night of fear.

My grandfather was just an insignificant little minister in the court, with a little bit of civil and military affairs. When he talked about the new queen's every move in the palace during the day, he trembled and was still in shock.

At home, my mother hugged me while I was sleeping, and looked at my elderly parents-in-law. She took the risk and said: "Tomorrow morning, I will go."

For as long as I can remember, my mother has always been a strong woman.

When I was not born, my father died in the war, and my mother was widowed very early. In my earliest memory, this woman was incredibly strong, and because of this strength, she created the "myth" of the soul family.

It can be said that apart from the young me, my mother has no other attachments.

That morning, she replaced her grandfather as an "official" with the determination to die——

In the words of my mother, facing Yao Ri is like facing a vicious beast with no emotion, and she must not use normal emotional thinking to measure what she will do next.

Maybe, if you do something wrong, Yao Ri will draw out her sword and decapitate you.

When going to the court, my mother was in the queue, looking back and looking around, she saw the grand occasion in the court: she couldn't laugh or cry.

Mother was wearing her grandfather's official uniform to go to court. Last night, she sewed that dress by candlelight just to make it fit her body. Looking around at the court, some of them were even dressed in light skirts , combing her hair in a bun, rocking her feet, and smeared rouge on her face.

(End of this chapter)