In Fengming Palace, Rong Si looked at the row of young girls below, each with their own distinct looks and graceful demeanor, and nodded slightly.
This group of girls included the children of high-ranking officials, actors, common women, and even a blonde with blue eyes smuggled in from the Western Regions.
It truly was a collection of all types from across the world—tall, short, fat, thin—ready for selection.
An old nanny brought over a bowl of tremella bird's nest soup, and Rong Si ate it spoonful by spoonful, sighing.
"Mu'er, that child, doesn't seem very interested in matters between men and women. Even now, he's only been intimate with Ming Fei. How will we expand our Rong Imperial Family like this? It really is worrying."
"Your Highness, what His Majesty probably has in mind are court affairs. He is still young; there's no rush for descendants."
The nanny serving Rong Si the soup advised.
