The Emperor had spent nearly every night in Moon Fairy Palace recently, and Consort Lian's favor had been unceasing. Rewards came in different styles every day, ceaselessly delivered. The consorts of the other palaces were red-eyed with envy, jealousy, and hatred—especially Consort Xiang. Not only was she of a higher rank than Consort Lian, but she was also a princess of a nation, yet she couldn't match a mere merchant's daughter. How could that not breed jealousy and bitterness?
The breeze at the end of April lightly blew the willows by the riverbank. The tender willow branches gently caressed the water's surface, producing ripples that slowly spread out.
