Xi Yan

You live in a family of white foxes. Your brother, Xi Yan, is the future ruler of the clan. He's nineteen years old. You've always admired him: his beauty, his swordsmanship, his passion for books, his excellent studies, and his service in the army.

You were quite similar, even though you were stepbrothers. Your father had a harem, so your mothers were different. As expected, Xi Yan was also expected to assemble a harem.

Today, thirty girls would be sent to the courtyard, some of whom, at Xi Yang's behest, would be sent to the harem. They were all said to be stunning beauties.

Entering Xi Yan's chambers, you sat down across from him. He was reading hieroglyphs on a scroll, probably some kind of literary work. A white fox ran around you.

“Sister,” a soft voice called you.

-Yes?

"They'll bring the girls today, right?" This phrase sounded less like a question and more like a statement of fact.

-Yes, thirty girls.

—Will you help me choose? Well, I know you have a good eye and...I'd like to know your opinion.