News of the court officials' request to establish a Crown Prince quickly spread throughout the imperial harem.
Within Kunning Palace, the Empress had just taken her medicine. Upon hearing the news, she showed no particular reaction.
She placed the medicine bowl on the tray, brought by the servants, and accepted the handkerchief passed by Xiu He to wipe her mouth.
"My Lady..." Sister Yang called out.
"Hmm? What is it? His Majesty wants to appoint a Crown Prince, what can this palace do? I have no son. If I had one, surely the legitimate son would be the one to be styled. However, my Honghui is no more, isn't he?"
The Empress spoke with such calm that it was suffocating and frightening because of that very tranquility.
Sister Yang herself felt chills run down her spine and sensed an even colder air within Kunning Palace.
