In the grand hall stood fifteen elegantly dressed, resplendent women, each possessing a unique beauty that would captivate anyone in their presence.
These fifteen exquisite beauties were the wives and concubines of Zhao Qing, the son of Zhao Shuo.
Yan Rufeng scanned the fifteen graceful women, noting their slightly trembling limbs and somewhat panicked expressions.
It was clear that they would not display such expressions unless their lives were threatened.
"Heh."
Yan Rufeng let out a cold laugh and thought, "Zhao Shuo, you dare to play tricks in front of me. Let's see how I deal with you later..."
Zhao Shuo, with a smile on his face, looked at Yan Rufeng and cupped his hands, saying, "Emperor Yan, I have summoned them all. Whether they are willing to marry my son can be known with a single question."
Yan Rufeng responded indifferently, "Zhao Shuo, I came here today not to question anyone but to see your attitude. The result, however, is disappointing."