Baili An lightly coughed, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said, "I think the main point shouldn't be this."
Lin Zheng had one foot on the chair, reaching out to tear a chicken leg off the oily large roasted chicken, and stuffed it fiercely into his mouth.
Chewing on the chicken leg, his cheeks bulged twice, and soon he spat out a bare chicken bone, his eyes wide open: "How is that not the main point? I've heard this Female Demon Lord has lived for thousands of years. Taking a royal consort would be just like taking a concubine for her.
Who knows how many boy toys and lovers she's got in her hands, at least our Emperor chooses women through a proper selection process to take as consorts.
But she, she's directly playing tyrant and getting her way. Brother, let me give you a heads-up, if you really end up on that king's embroidered couch, be mentally prepared to be drained. With your small frame, you'll be plundered thoroughly!"
