"No!" He decisively put an end to Mingya's suggestion in a drawling voice.

"Cousin, I'm going to trade four unique beautiful women for a concubine of yours. Won't you agree?" Mingya was already prepared. She reached out and clapped her hands. The door of the hall was wide open and the music was melodious. Everyone could not help but look outside the door, only to see four women appearing in front of them.

One was holding the zither, the other was playing the flute, ...