Empress lowered her head and bowed to the Emperor, speaking slowly, "My only wish is for Your Majesty to take good care of your majestic health."
"I am perfectly healthy!"
The Emperor was greatly displeased with the Empress's constant mention of this matter.
Why did it seem to the Empress that his favoring a few concubines would cost him his life?
As if he were old enough to be on his deathbed!
The Empress quietly left, stepping out of the palace, and let out a long, slow sigh in the open air.
Although they had experienced the warmth of a young couple, those times were long gone by now.
Their current relationship was merely that of an Emperor and his Empress.
Being the Empress was her glory, her burden, and the armor she could not discard.
She spent her life trapped here, unable to escape or leave.
She only hoped that the Emperor would take care of his health, live well, and prolong his life as much as possible, allowing her more time to plan.
