C110 (1/2)

The harem lasted a long time, day after day, in the days when they had not been favored by the emperor, looking at the sky above the palace walls, counting the leaves as they lived. It was a long time. Very quickly, it was already the middle of winter, and in this year, ever since Imperial Lower Consort Lan had given birth to a child, the harem had not once again given birth.

Once, Imperial Consort Guo had not washed for a month and a half, and while holding onto her beating heart, he had invited the imperial physician over.

A joke.

In truth, she didn't have any thoughts about whether or not she was pregnant, but if no one in the harem got pregnant, then that would be a huge problem. She looked at Xu Duzhong, who usually came to get her safe vein, very seriously.

Xu Duzhong calmly checked Wang Rong He's pulse, and said: ”Esteemed Empress, this humble subject does not have any methods to impregnate. Even if you were to stare at this subject until he grows a flower, this subject will not.”

”Tell me, why do you think the harem is devoid of any life force?” Wang Rong asked curiously. The imperial physician looked at the imperial concubines and saw that there was nothing wrong with their bodies. They were even drinking medicine to replenish their vital energy and blood, so how come no one got pregnant? ”

”The empress all eat too little and move too little. No matter how much tonic you drink, it's useless.” Xu Duzhong said.

Wang Rongzhi supported herself with her head as she mumbled to herself, ”Do I really have to hold a sports meet for them?”

”Empress?” Xu Duzhong did not understand what Wang Rong meant.

Wang Rong He waved his hand to indicate that he was fine. ”Then, in your opinion, does His Majesty need to drink tonic medicine?” Is this an implicit question? Is there something wrong with the king's words?

”His Majesty's health is very good.” Xu Duzhong said, ”Empress, you worry too much.” Even if His Majesty hadn't said anything, he wouldn't have been able to tell the empress. If not, he would have been the emperor's trusted physician at such a young age.

Wang Rong wrote a small note to Zhu Yijun, ”If you want to create a new life, you might as well become familiar with it. Your majesty should be fond of Imperial Lower Consort Lan today.”

However, no one from the harem got pregnant. Wang Rong thought that the Imperial Lower Consort Lan was once pregnant, so maybe she would get pregnant even more easily than others. It was only because of this that Zhu Yijun was able to regain his favor of the Imperial Lower Consort Lan.

Since the time Imperial Lower Consort Lan was born, when her majesty had not come back to the Jingyang Palace yet, Wang Zhixi finally realized how anxious she was. She went to find the Imperial Lower Consort Lan, wanting her to tell the empress about the Little Prince so that the empress could take pity on her and allow her majesty to come back to the Jingyang Palace again.

Imperial Lower Consort Lan rejected her. Previously, she made up for it too much, and the flesh on her body didn't immediately leave Little Prince for her sake. Right now, she can't serve His Majesty, so what does she want His Majesty to do with the Jingyang Palace?

She didn't want to think too badly of Wang Zhixi. In her heart, she always wanted to maintain the feeling of seeing Wang Zhixi for the first time. The kind of person she envied the most.

As long as Imperial Lower Consort Lan separated herself from her thought that it was sisterly relationship to think back to every detail, she would be able to understand that she treated Wang Zhixi as a sister. However, Wang Zhixi's feelings for her were far less than what she thought and were far more sincere.

She had been hurt before, but the pain of losing a child in her womb was something she could bear. It was as if she had matured overnight. All of this, she could face maturely.

There was no need for her to target Wang Zhixi on the surface, but she knew in her heart that Wang Zhixi was no longer a little sister to her, but a Beauty Wang who lived in the same palace as her.

Wang Zhixi was very smart, but she had always been smart in a small place, so she never realized it. Therefore, she had missed out on her own sister, as well as a sister that truly treated her well.

The Imperial Lower Consort Lan didn't go and act pitiful in front of the empress, but the empress still remembered him. Zhu Yijun summoned the Imperial Lower Consort Lan to sleep, and just like the others, the Qianqing Palace was wrapped in a blanket.

This was the treatment a low-ranked concubine would receive. In fact, for concubines and concubines, Zhu Yijun would always go to the imperial harem to look out for their fortune, and not send in Qianqing Palace like a low-ranked concubine.

This was Zhu Yijun's resistance, he was still angry at the Imperial Lower Consort Lan.

But no matter what Wang Yunzhi said, Zhu Yijun would only favor the Imperial Lower Consort Lan once a month, so he would not be pregnant for the next month. As a result, Wang Zhixi could not even say a few words for the Imperial Lower Consort Lan to speak up for her. Anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that the Imperial Lower Consort Lan had summoned her Majesty's loathing.

Wang Zhixi began to sigh. If this was how Imperial Lower Consort Lan would be in the future, what would she do if her majesty didn't come to the Jingyang Palace?

”The empress really doesn't care about us at all. She clearly knew that we don't like the Imperial Lower Consort Lan, and even wanted us to take care of her.”

”Your Majesty, the Empress wants Your Majesty to give birth to her child as soon as possible.” Zhang Cheng said, ”The empress dowager has been pressing empress to the end.”

”Why can't the harem have children to urge the queen?” Zhu Yijun said that he had already doted on women every day. He felt extremely bored just because his son doted on women. Now, every month, he would hope that he could rest at Kunning Palace. He favored Zitong and did not have much time, but Zitong did not mind him at all, and only wanted to understand how hard it was for him.

But he also knew that this was not something he could be willful about.

”We have summoned the Imperial Lower Consort Lan to serve us today.” Zhu Yijun stuffed the slip of paper into the box. Then, the third box that had already been replaced, would be moved to the warehouse to be placed properly after each box was full. If it was a note with a special content, he would put it down in another box and take it out to read.

He believed that Wang Ronghe was also so well-preserved.