Looking at the silent Empress Dowager Mo, an inexplicable surge of anger welled up in Emperor Yan, who abruptly yanked her prayer beads, tearing them apart.
Da da da.
The string of beads snapped, and the beads scattered across the floor with a crisp sound.
Empress Dowager Mo glared angrily at Emperor Yan.
"Only like this, will Royal Mother be willing to look at me," a trace of bitterness and sadness flashed in Emperor Yan's eyes.
Empress Dowager Mo suppressed her anger and said, "Emperor, since you can resort to drowning your own child to cover up your scandal, why would you still..." She gritted her teeth and said, "If the emperor finds the harem concubines not pleasing, let's have a selection next year."
"You simply don't understand, no matter how many newcomers, they are not you!" Emperor Yan roared.
Empress Dowager Mo sneered, "Then what do you want? What should be done, and what should not be done, don't you understand?"
"I am the Emperor!"
