Don't be fooled by Emperor Yan's thin and frail appearance; the aura of an emperor remains undiminished, even sharper and more intense than before.
His words to Consort Lan were truly an assault on the heart. How could Consort Lan remain seated? Startled, she shivered and immediately left her seat to kneel on the ground.
"Your Majesty, I am wronged. I have no such intention. I am simply worried about Your Majesty's health, thinking that having an imperial son by your side could bring joy and hasten Your Majesty's recovery," Consort Lan lamented pitiably.
Emperor Yan chuckled coldly: "Is that so? It's not because you want to keep my only son by your side, intending to be Regent Dowager in the future?"
By the end, the words carried fury, becoming weighty.
The concubines were so frightened they dared not utter a sound, or even move a chopstick, for fear of making any noise.
