Wan Zhen’er had no time to punish her. She took her son, grabbed the towel, and began wiping him herself. She wiped gently and tenderly, just as she had wiped the Emperor when he was young. The Emperor stood nearby, helpless. He asked: “My love, will this work?”
Wan Zhen’er said: “It has to work!”
The Emperor said: “Should we have the physicians try acupuncture again?”
Wan Zhen’er, with bloodshot eyes, roared: “Those physicians are all useless! They’ve been treating our child for days with no effect!”
The Emperor dared not speak again.
I, declare: I, Zhu Jianshen, will not go and favor other concubines! I will be single-minded and be with Wan Guifei. Any son born by Wan Guifei, I will definitely establish as crown prince! If I break this oath, may heaven strike me with lightning!”
Wan Zhen’er did not fully believe the Emperor’s oath.
In front of Wan Zhen’er, he showed absolute loyalty; but behind her back, when seeing young and beautiful temptresses, he would immediately be tempted, acting like a scoundrel, having improper relations and pressing them underneath him, instantly kicking his oath to Wan Zhen’er to the other side of the sky.
Wan Zhen’er understood that the Emperor’s infidelity was merely hormonal, not the power of love.
Despite burning with jealousy and consuming jar after jar of vinegar, Wan Zhen’er had to remain composed on the surface. She was not stupid enough to know she could not anger the Emperor, as even a clay Bodhisattva could have temper.
All she could do was run to bed with the Emperor after sunset, using all her skills to appear energetic, working hard to cultivate their sexual interests, hoping to master the thirty-six sexual positions.
Wan Zhen’er felt she was approaching near-madness. The Emperor enthusiastically cooperated. To make Wan Zhen’er’s belly grow, no matter how violent or extreme, the Emperor was willing.
However, there were so many women in the imperial harem, each young and beautiful, and any of them standing next to the Emperor would look like a perfect match – except for Wan Zhen’er. She knew that standing next to the spirited Emperor, she was like an old woman, not even worthy of carrying his shoes.
