Princess Consort Wan's eyes darkened. "But what other choice do we have right now?"
No matter how sincere Princess Consort Zhuang was, her words held some truth. If they really waited until Song Yunzhao conceived an imperial heir, the three concubines would truly lose all standing.
The New Year was almost here. Once it passed, they would all be another year older. Who could be content to let their best years waste away in this palace?
Princess Consort Wan was certainly not content. Although she had been sent to the palace by her family, she had genuinely come to adore the Emperor.
Unfortunately, his heart was like iron; she hadn't been able to warm it after all these years. In contrast, Song Yunzhao had been showered with unparalleled glory from the moment she entered the palace, not only capturing His Majesty's affection but monopolizing it completely. The Emperor used to visit her frequently, but now, she often went an entire month without a single glimpse of him.
