The Emperor had always lived with the Empress in Kunning Palace, only staying in the rear hall of Qianqing Palace when state affairs kept him busy, or occasionally visiting the other consorts in the harem.
So the bedchamber he meant was Kunning Palace.
The Empress happily took the Imperial Preceptor's hand and headed for Kunning Palace first. "His Majesty has been living alone in the rear hall of Qianqing Palace while cultivating lately."
The Empress quietly grumbled, "In truth, His Majesty is just being lazy. He would rather sleep cross-legged in Qianqing Palace than return to the harem."
Pan Yun was a little worried. "How old is His Majesty? How has he already lost interest in the harem? He only has one prince so far."
The Empress fell silent, her hand gently settling over her abdomen.
After walking a little farther, she still turned her head slightly and swept a glance over the palace attendants behind them.
The people following behind them quietly slowed their steps, widening the distance between themselves and the Empress and Pan Yun.
Pan Yun's steps paused briefly, but she continued onward as though she had noticed nothing.
Walking at her side, one hand resting before her abdomen, the Empress asked, "Could I ask the Imperial Preceptor to read the fate of the child in my womb?"
Pan Yun stopped and glanced at the still-flat curve of her belly. Then she took two steps back and stared intently at her face.
Pan Little Black, crouched on Pan Yun's shoulder, turned around and tilted its head to look at the Empress as well.
Empress Wang's features had changed somewhat, but her fate with children had not. She still had only two daughters. Yet the blessings in her Children Palace were profound, and the destinies of her two