Noble Imperial Consort Li followed the Emperor’s retreating back with her gaze until the silhouette of his dragon robes vanished behind the deep, shadowed porticos of Youning Palace. An indescribable heaviness settled in her chest.
She had assumed that, as a mother, she only needed to let the Emperor see for himself the extraordinary grace of his own flesh and blood. She had never expected that these painstaking efforts would backfire so disastrously.
Could it be that in the Emperor’s heart, the label of "descendant of a foreign lineage" would forever remain an insurmountable chasm? This doubt, like a mist in the dead of night, refused to dissipate.
Chapter 101