"My child, my child!"
Imperial Consort Xi's cheeks streamed with tears. Choked with emotion, she let out miserable sobs. Her entire body trembled, and she felt as though her heart had been cut into pieces. This pain was much more excruciating than that of the poison.
The child that she had wished for had been in her womb, and yet she had not realized it. Her child had disappeared from this world without a sound. He had not been given a name or a memorial tablet, and nobody had cried or grieved for him. Worst of all, she'd only learned of the matter after sixteen years had passed. What right did she have to meet her baby in the Netherworld?
