"Consort, Consort, the Emperor is coming!"
A palace maid joyfully ran in. Consort Xue had been complaining, but in that instant, she let it go and immediately had others prepare her hair and attire.
No matter how many complaints or discontent she harbored, this was the harem. If she did not try to please the most noble man in the world, whom else could she please? Whom else could she rely on?
Soon, a dazzling lady appeared at the entrance of the hall, bowing to welcome the imperial carriage.
"This concubine welcomes the imperial carriage..."
"Hmph!"
Qi Yun snorted coldly as he strode in without even glancing at Consort Xue.
Consort Xue's heart chilled, as she vaguely sensed something was wrong.
Indeed!
A teacup was hurled directly at her; Consort Xue was terrified but dared not move an inch.
"Crash!"
The teacup shattered, splashing tea all over her.
"Chang Wenxue, look at the good son you have raised!"
