Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1215 - 1119: Donning the Phoenix Robe

This line of thinking really is clear enough; an average person probably wouldn’t even think of this question.

She’d just been stunned by this place a moment ago, and the next second she suddenly jumped straight to this topic.

Even Lin Yi was caught a bit off guard by that, but all he could do was give a helpless bitter smile.

Seeing Lin Yi standing there with that bitter smile, Xiao Zihan immediately frowned, then spoke up a bit uncertainly:

"Judging from that smile, did I hit the mark?

Do you really have three palaces and six courts and seventy‑two concubines here?

If that’s really the case, then why did you bring me and our child over here?"

The more she talked, the more wronged she sounded, and her little face was covered with aggrieved expressions.

You couldn’t blame her for that; even though she was a woman who loved Lin Yi deeply and was willing to give him everything.

But what woman could tolerate her own husband having three wives, four concubines, seventy‑two women in the harem?

Seeing this girl getting more and more carried away, Lin Yi had no choice but to rush to cut her off, interrupting her:

"Alright, alright, that’s enough. If you keep going, I’ll really turn into some useless, depraved ruler.

Besides, don’t you know what kind of man you’re with?

If I were that kind of person, back in the 21st‑century world I would’ve already been doing that.

All these years, you’ve seen how I’ve behaved; don’t you have any idea in your heart? You still don’t trust me?"

Hearing that, Xiao Zihan was stunned for a moment. Then when she thought it over, it really was exactly as Lin Yi said.

People say men go bad once they get rich, but Lin Yi seemed to be someone who’d never gone bad.

In that 21st‑century world, Lin Yi could be considered extremely wealthy, calling him the richest man in the world wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

After all, that Nuclear‑Creation Group’s money‑making ability really wasn’t something any other company could compare to.

Logically speaking, if a man like that wanted to go bad, then all kinds of women would probably willingly throw themselves at him.

This wasn’t an exaggeration at all: if Lin Yi showed even the slightest hint of that kind of intention, the women wanting to be with him could probably line up around the Great Wall.

But Xiao Zihan had never once heard of her man having even the tiniest bit of scandal.

That alone showed how faithful Lin Yi was, and how much he was a man she could trust.

However, even if in the modern world Lin Yi was a good man, a very devoted man, this was still ancient times. In all those period dramas, which Emperor doesn’t have three palaces, six courts, and seventy‑two concubines?

And that’s on the modest side; if it’s a lecherous Emperor, he can have a huge harem, numbering in the hundreds or thousands and it still wouldn’t be unusual.

Precisely because she had that sort of preconceived notion, Xiao Zihan would think this way.

After listening to Lin Yi’s explanation, Xiao Zihan fell silent; but after quite a while she still couldn’t help asking:

"Is everything you said really true? But this is ancient society after all—how could an Emperor not have three palaces and six courts?

Even if you don’t personally want to find women, people below you would still arrange them for you, right?"

Hearing that, and seeing Xiao Zihan over there spinning wild fantasies on her own, Lin Yi finally couldn’t help but burst out laughing, then reached out to pinch her cheek:

"Do you really have so little faith in your man? Let me spell it out: as long as I don’t want it, who could force me?

Besides, I’ve only been Emperor for a few months, so of course I didn’t bother preparing any of that.

The former Emperor’s three palaces and six courts were all driven out of the Imperial Palace by me. You could say that in this Imperial Palace, aside from Palace Maids and Eunuchs, there isn’t any female master at all."

Speaking up to there, Lin Yi paused slightly, then went on:

"Well, that’s not entirely accurate. There used to be no female master here, but today is different. Now it’s finally welcoming its mistress. Not only this Imperial Palace, but the entire Dayou nation is welcoming its Empress!"

At that one word "Empress," Xiao Zihan’s body couldn’t help but tremble.

That title had always only existed in novels or TV dramas; she never imagined that one day it would actually fall on her. How could she possibly process that?

Mainly, it was just too sci‑fi, so much so that for a moment Xiao Zihan couldn’t believe it was real.

Even now, she still felt like she was going through a dream. If this wasn’t a dream, how could a young person raised under the red flag suddenly become an Empress?

But very quickly, Xiao Zihan suddenly realized another issue. She looked at Lin Yi and asked in a slightly coquettish tone:

"From what you’re saying, you haven’t been Emperor for very long?

And that’s why you don’t have three palaces and six courts yet.

If you were given time, wouldn’t those three palaces and six courts have been set up already?"

As she said this, Xiao Zihan couldn’t help but pout her lips. Her words first made Lin Yi freeze for a moment, then once he processed them he couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud.

He really felt a bit defeated by Xiao Zihan; this girl’s mental circuitry was sharp enough—she’d just time‑traveled over, and she was already discussing this topic. That truly was the epitome of a little wife’s mindset.