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In the twenty-first year of Qingyuan, spring arrived.
Consort Xi had been diagnosed by the imperial physician as being over a month pregnant with the Imperial Lineage, and the atmosphere in the harem shifted dramatically.
Since hearing this news, Mo Wan could hardly contain her laughter. Those who had previously flattered that despicable Consort Hua now turned their attention to her, their faces filled with smug expressions.
The Emperor was already over twenty years old and still had no offspring, which made the Empress Dowager anxious. Upon learning of Consort Xi's pregnancy this morning, she hurried to visit her palace, bringing supplements and urging her to take care of herself.
She even hinted that if Consort Xi gave birth to the Eldest Prince, the position of Empress would be within reach.
Consort Xi smiled radiantly, her body swaying slightly, which infuriated the usually gentle and virtuous Consort Hua. She clenched her fists tightly, her hands gripping the sleeves of her robe.
What if she was favored? What if she had powerful backing?
What use was it if her belly did not cooperate?
Consort Xi gently caressed her belly, her movements tender, then lowered herself slightly before the Empress Dowager, saying, "This humble servant will heed your teachings."
The Empress Dowager was quick to adapt. She had always looked down on Consort Xi, calling her a seductress who bewitched the Emperor, never treating her with such kindness before. In past visits, the Empress Dowager had ignored her entirely, only praising Consort Hua.
Her entire gamble rested on this child; how could she not treat it well?
The pride that flickered in Consort Xi's eyes felt like a thorn in Consort Hua's side, yet she could only endure in silence.
For years, she had shared the favor of the former Consort, and just when the favored Consort had fallen from grace and taken her own life, she found herself in a position of great favor. Yet, despite her good fortune, her body betrayed her, remaining unresponsive.
“Wan'er, you’ve been pregnant for over a month now. Why are you only telling me this now?” Zhao Yi asked, holding Mo Wan close, his gentle gaze filled with affection as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“I only found out this morning,” Mo Wan replied.
Her eyes sparkled with adoration as she tilted her head to look up at Zhao Yi. She pouted playfully, “No wonder I’ve been feeling so off lately and have been vomiting. I thought I was coming down with something.”
“It’s no surprise that Wan'er has lost weight recently,” Zhao Yi mused for a moment before tenderly placing his slender hand on Mo Wan’s abdomen. His palm rested gently there, filled with love and joy as he said, “My child must be safe and healthy.”
He then pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Mo Wan's mouth and added gently, “I will have the royal physician prepare some medicine to ensure your pregnancy goes smoothly. Remember to take care of yourself and avoid getting upset like before; it wouldn’t be good for our child.”
Mo Wan obediently nodded, happily leaning into Zhao Yi's embrace, her face radiating bliss.
...
In the twenty-first year of Qingyuan, spring turned to summer.
“You wretched woman! Do you even know what you’ve broken?!”
Mo Wan slapped Bu Lanchan across the face with all her might, instantly swelling one side of her face.
"This is a supplement bestowed by His Majesty; how could you..." She had not finished speaking before she was already gasping for breath.
The maid beside her quickly supported her, worriedly saying, "Your Highness, be careful not to disturb the pregnancy."
It was well known in the palace that Consort Xi had a bad temper, and ever since she became pregnant with the Imperial Lineage, she had grown even more arrogant due to her favored status.
In the distance, Consort Hua heard the commotion and looked up, a barely perceptible cold smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, her eyes revealing a hint of mockery.
What a ridiculous farce.
The maid beside her looked anxiously at Bu Lanchan, who was kneeling on the ground and crying uncontrollably. Unable to bear it any longer, she spoke up, "Your Highness, this maid who was slapped by Consort Xi used to serve in the Consort Palace alongside me. With Consort Xi's methods, she might die! I beg Your Highness to save her."
Consort Hua paused in her steps; it wasn't that she was swayed by the maid's words, but rather that she noticed someone in bright yellow clothing approaching from afar, her eyes narrowing slightly.
A thought stirred within her.
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