"Don't even mention it. I haven't seen him in months, and the Empress Dowager won't let me ask..."
At that, the figure in black hastily covered her mouth and stared at Xia Wanwan.
Xia Wanwan's little brows furrowed. "Consort Xian!"
Wasn't this Consort Xian, the First Prince's birth mother? The one who kept demanding palace intrigue and climbed trees whenever she wasn't allowed to scheme!
Consort Xian chuckled and removed her face covering, revealing her still-beautiful face.
She seemed to have schemes up her sleeve, but every one of them was written all over her face.
Consort Xian whispered furtively to Xia Wanwan, "You know, this harem is boring. They won't let me fight."
"Mm, and then?" Xia Wanwan blinked, her face expressionless.
"Isn't the Ruler of Eastern Lin coming tomorrow? I heard Consort Jing of East Lin and the Sovereign's wife are locked in a bitter struggle. The Sovereign's wife has never even borne an Imperial Prince-she only has a daughter. The moment Consort Jing got pregnant, she hurriedly left East Lin, terrified that the Sovereign's wife would harm the prince in her womb!"
Consort Xian's eyes positively shone as she continued, "You have no idea how thrilling that kind of palace intrigue is!"
That thrill of having your life hanging by a thread.
That smug satisfaction of securing your position once you won.
None of the consorts in Great Xia's harem could understand it.
She could hardly imagine how insufferably smug she would look if she defeated Consort Jing and the Sovereign's wife, like a petty villain finally getting her way.
They didn't understand her!
They understood nothing!
"So..."
A horrifying thought that could shake heaven and earth and make ghosts weep sprang into Xia Wanwan's mind!
Could Consort Xian be planning to...
"So, Little Princess, help me