The Emperor didn't speak, his face looking rather unpleasant, unlike his usual cheerful and ingratiating demeanor when he came here.
Concubine Jin didn't bother to pay attention to him either. With his silence, she just leisurely ate her meal.
In fact, she knew in her heart that the reason the Emperor had chosen her to enter the palace all those years ago was solely due to the resemblance between her appearance and that of the number one beauty, Lin Zizi.
All these years, the Emperor had pampered and indulged her, but in reality, he wasn't pampering her.
What he pampered was Lin Zizi.
She, Jin Zhuzhu, was merely a shadow of Lin Zizi.
The more the Emperor doted on her and indulged her, the more it showed that he couldn't forget Lin Zizi.
This point, Concubine Jin had known from the beginning, and therefore, she had never had any expectations of the Emperor.
She didn't love the Emperor, nor did she love her own son.
She only loved herself.
