Consort Wan swept her cold gaze over her. "This matter ends here. If you dare do anything behind my back again, I won't be able to protect you either."
Yixue breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly kowtowed. "Thank you, Your Highness. Thank you, Your Highness. This servant will never dare again. From now on, I'll do exactly as Your Highness says."
"Get up!" Consort Wan rubbed her temples and frowned slightly.
In truth, even she hadn't expected the decision the Emperor had made this time.
She had thought the Emperor would promote her to Imperial Consort and have Su Qiao take her former position, becoming one of the Four Consorts.
Perhaps... she had overestimated her place in the Emperor's heart?
No!
The Emperor loved her. She was the only one he loved. Otherwise, over the past five years—from the time they met, to when he married her into his estate, and then brought her into the palace as a consort—he wouldn't have cared for her so devotedly while practically ignoring the existence of the other women.
Although she tried so hard to comfort herself, Consort Wan had to admit that this blow had shaken her. She no longer had the confidence she once possessed—the confidence that she could hold on to the Emperor's heart forever.
Perhaps... she should change some of her strategies.
Chuxue was very perceptive and hurried over to gently massage her.
Yixue followed her example, walking over and kneeling on the footboard in front of the couch. She began pounding the Empress's legs.
It seemed this woman was about to lose her composure too.
444 thought secretly.
This woman had probably also been provoked by Su Qiao's wedding to the Emperor yesterday.
It was said that, according to the rules, the bridal chamber ordinarily couldn't be