Chapter 140

Zhao Yan flicked his sleeves and stormed off, leaving Su Wanzhao standing alone in a daze. Although she hadn't quite grasped the Emperor's true intentions, her objective had, at the very least, been achieved. She straightened the velvet trim of her collar and left Renming Palace with her head held high. As long as there was a thorn in Zhao Yan's side, she would have the chance to widen that rift until he grew utterly disgusted with Weimo. Once that happened, everything else would fall into place. Without her in the harem, everyone would finally be at peace. Su Wanzhao walked slowly across the snow, and for some reason, she subconsciously smoothed her lower abdomen. She had been married to this man for over half a year, yet she remained untouched. How she longed for a child. She should have been the Empress, and she should have been the one to bear the Emperor's eldest legitimate son. The irony of it was that she was merely an obscure Consort Li. She was well aware that there were volumes of folk tales mocking her, but what could she do? Zhao Yan loathed her; he hadn't even touched her once. The bitterness in her heart these past days was truly beyond words.