Concubine Jin couldn't be bothered with the Emperor, relaxing languidly while munching on sunflower seeds.
The palace maid advised her softly, "His Majesty has always been considerate to you over the years, Your Highness. You should show him a little gratitude."
"How so?" Concubine Jin replied indifferently, "Haven't you seen what he looks like these days? He's become obese, aging, and pudgy. I'd rather not serve him. There are countless ladies in the harem, let whoever can stand him serve him. He won't be missing me."
The palace maid stifled a chuckle, "Only you dare to say such things. Despite the Emperor's age and weight, didn't Concubines Huang and Lan still look forward to serving his bed as if he were a divine delicacy?"
"Compare the Emperor with my fifth child and then tell me about devastation. I swear, I won't serve his bed until he loses some weight. Carrying around such a huge belly, is it not nauseating?"
