Forget the emperor, even the people of this realm, who would allow a prince without an heir to become the emperor? If we don't do this, all our efforts over the years will have been in vain. In any case, we must seek a surrogate, so what difference does it make from whom we borrow seed, right?"
The carriage had already arrived at the Prince Jin Residence's entrance. Nanny Li got off first, directing the servants to set down a stepping stool, and then helped the gorgeously dressed Empress alight from the carriage.
Since Nanny Li had spoken those words, her heart had never known peace.
All the way there, she pondered over this problem.
To hand over the throne to someone else, especially to Jin Zijin, Xiao Qinqin's son, was something she was utterly unwilling to do.
Of course, she was even less willing to allow Prince Qin to succeed. If that happened, the vile Sheng Qiaoyue would become Empress Dowager alongside her—could she afford to lose face like that?
