687 Second Trial 5 (1/2)

At first, the beauties were surprised beyond belief to see who stood before them. In fact, two of them immediately blushed profusely.

Although Dyon was sure that there was some discontent within his harem, the vast majority of his concubines were blindly infatuated with him.

Despite the fact his predecessor had flaws, one could see from the way he treated his wife that he was a kind-hearted man to the core. How could these women not see this? From his youth, he had grown up with these women, and many of them knew from birth that they were destined to be his. This led them to fantasize about him from the very moment they understood relations between a man and a woman.

However, this was a double-edged sword. All of their dreams had come crumbling down when they realized they hardly had the right to see their husband, let alone live out a fairy tale with him.

It could be said, though, that Dyon tried to treat these women as best as he could. He understood tradition, it was just that he loved his wife too much and felt that this tradition betrayed her. This was especially so since his wife wasn't from their clan.

As a result, despite the fact Dyon wore the simplest of linens, the Imperial Harem was built not to their small clan's standards, but to the standards of the largest clans on the planet. They were given the best food, dress and entertainment.

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Since they weren't treated poorly aside from the issue of neglect, Dyon would have no sympathy for traitors.

Ironically for them, the first day they could be said to have the attention of their starry King, was a day he was investigating them.

All of this said, Dyon couldn't very well let them sense the hostility behind his visit, so he wore a warm smile. His cover was simple: there were massive waves surging through their lands with the planned evacuation, so how could he not check on them?

The women who greeted him wore pristine silks. The two blushing beauties were simple, yet cute. One had light brown freckles to compliment her bobbing brown hair, while the other had sparling black eyes to match her cascading dark hair.

However, the woman in the middle was on an entirely different level. Dyon had to admit that she was among the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Her dress was a fiery red dress glittered like rubies as it clung to her outrageous curves. Her chest seemed to want to escape its tight bindings along with her plump bottom.

Despite such a description, she could be considered to be dressed conservatively. It wasn't her fault that she was born with such rich assets. Judging by the tight bindings, she even tried her best to hide them. In fact, there was no cleavage to be seen. Even her slender arms were covered with a shawl.

This made Dyon inwardly nod. It was clear she took her modesty and position as Imperial concubine seriously. But, the cold flash in her light blue eyes was something Dyon would never miss. Seeing this red headed beauty act so coldly, yet try to cover it up, Dyon simply took a mental note before taking a step forward.