Imperador de Origem Humilde

“Your Majesty, I must report that our nation is suffering from a severe imbalance between men and women.”

“Explain in detail.”

“Out of every hundred people, there are fewer than twenty men. No men guard our borders, and there are no men to till the fields. If this continues, our population will dwindle, undermining the very foundation of our country!”

“Issue a decree: from this day forth, each regional governor shall take full responsibility for arranging marriages for all unmarried women. Every adult man must take a wife—three wives earn a minor reward, four a medium reward, five a major reward. Any couple who bears a son will receive a generous reward. Within three years, we must reverse the current situation of too few men and too many women in our dynasty.”

The autumn winds howled fiercely in August.

“Aqin—!”

“What a strong wind! Did you leave the window open again while sleeping?”

Chen Fan suddenly sat up in alarm.

“Huh! Where am I?”

He looked around and found himself in a bare, desolate room. The thatched roof was riddled with holes, and there wasn’t even a window.

“If Liu Yuxi lived here, he probably wouldn’t have composed ‘Ode to the Humble Room’!”

Wasn’t he supposed to be resting in the military barracks? How had he opened his eyes to find himself here?

It seemed he had transmigrated into another world.

Chen Fan felt something wet in his hands. He looked down.

A young woman, her face streaked with tears like pear blossoms in the rain, gazed up at him with sorrowful, beautiful eye