This manner of death truly stretched the limits of an ordinary person's imagination. The Empress stared straight at An Qiuyue's lower abdomen.
What young woman died for a reason like that?
An Qiuyue misunderstood the Empress's gaze, however, thinking she was sizing up her figure.
"You're already a faded beauty past her prime. I'm still in the bloom of youth."
She lifted her chin slightly, her tone provocative. Her gaze at the Empress held three parts disdain, three parts cold indifference, and four parts mockery.
"You only gave birth to two daughters. Let me tell you, I'm not as useless as you!"
The Empress: ...
Consort Yun: ...
Consort Jin: ...
Consort Chun: ...
The three princes watching the drama from the sidelines quietly tried to make themselves less noticeable.
"What an eloquent young lady. Unfortunately, our husband doesn't like your type. What he loves most is when we give him a sour face now and then!"
Consort Yun stood up, her lips curling as she spoke in a rather flippant tone. Holding a round fan embroidered with orchids in one hand, she reached out with the other and gave the emperor a light pinch.
How could the emperor dare resist?
These four were his living ancestors!
The Empress sat there, utterly unruffled, a trace of mockery flashing through her eyes.
Back when she had given birth to two princesses in succession, the Empress Dowager, who was under the old Princess Consort of Beiping's control, had used that to scold her every time she came to pay her respects.
But she was hardly a mild-tempered person herself. Every time she paid her respects, the Empress Dowager ended up fuming.
Besides, what was wrong with having daughters? What was so special about having sons?
The women were as close as sisters,