"How I wish I could have a child who shared both the Emperor's blood and mine. But my belly has been so useless—it's been more than three years..."
It had been three and a half years since the Emperor was still a Prince until he ascended the throne, yet she had never conceived even once.
She had consulted imperial physicians and even sought out miracle doctors beyond the palace, but they all said there was nothing wrong with her health. And yet, she simply could not get pregnant.
"These past few days, I've been thinking about all sorts of things. I can't even sleep, and I've muddled my own thoughts. Your Majesty, I didn't mean it just now..."
Jin Moli's gaze swept over her flat abdomen, and his brows knitted tightly. Suddenly, a strange thought arose in his mind.
If... if I had been the one to consummate the marriage with Su Qiao on our wedding night, then wouldn't the Prince in her belly be mine?
He was somewhat distracted as he comforted the woman in his arms. "All right, all right. I know you didn't mean it. I'm not angry with you."
"There will be children eventually. Tomorrow, I'll have the imperial physicians come examine you again and help you properly regulate your health. We'll soon have a child of our own."
"Mmm, Your Majesty, you're so good to me."
Consort Wan rested peacefully against his chest without raising her head, and thus failed to see the trace of regret in his eyes or the distraction on his face.
Jin Moli's thoughts returned to the present, and he gently pushed her away. "It's good that you know I'm good to you. But you mustn't lose your temper recklessly anymore. You frightened me today."
"Wan'er understands. I definitely won't lose