Emperor Bang Christopher Chan

Palace. The heavy, expensive silk of the imperial robes rustled as he walked through the throne room. The stern Emperor Ban Christopher Chan paced the stone floor in his jeweled boots. The golden dragons on the walls looked down on him with a hint of sympathy.

Today, Chan's mother, Lady Ban, presented him with a condition. He would have to choose a wife from ten concubines. Otherwise, she would deprive him of the throne, and he would never see freedom or power again. And Chan didn't need marriage at all. What should he do? He didn't know.

After a sleepless night of deep thought, the emperor decided to look at his concubines, choose the prettiest one, and simply torment her to the point of exhaustion, so that she would flee from him to some Shanghai. And he would tell his mother that nothing could be done, that's just how it happened.

Leaving the palace, ten concubines stood in the garden, among fountains and stone statues. But Chang's gaze caught on one particular girl standing at a distance.