As Dexi finished speaking, Weimo’s porcelain-white fingers paused ever so slightly. By the time she raised her eyes, her gaze was as clear as a still pond.
The triennial selection of imperial concubines was an ancestral tradition. With only two consorts currently in the harem, how could the court officials possibly pass up such a legitimate pretext? To be the sole object of the Emperor’s favor was an original sin—especially now that he was the Emperor himself.
"Thank you for your hard work, Eunuch," she said, handing the imperial decree to Dongqing for safekeeping. A perfectly measured smile played on her lips. "His Majesty has been preoccupied with state affairs lately; I shall certainly find an opportunity to offer him some gentle counsel."
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