The only way to truly capture the Emperor’s heart would be if she could miraculously produce an heir. But no matter how hard Wan Zhen’er tried, her belly remained stubbornly empty.
Seeing Wan Zhen’er’s dejection, her sycophants immediately understood the situation. The first to jump out and help Wan Zhen’er was her “nephew” Wan An. The grand scholar, instead of doing proper work, shamelessly searched for bedroom techniques and secret methods.
He didn’t keep these high-difficulty bedroom moves to himself but generously shared them with his “aunt” and “uncle,” hoping they would quickly produce a “nephew” who would call him “uncle.”
His confidant Liang Fang was not to be outdone. Although he had been castrated when young, he could still imagine the pleasures. So he enthusiastically found a monk named Ji Xiao, an expert in bedroom arts and selling aphrodisiacs, who personally taught the Emperor and Wan Zhen’er that the standard 36 positions were child’s play—if they were going to learn, they should learn the intense 72 positions.
But the Emperor liked it, and Wan Zhen’er loved it.
Unable to deal with the Emperor, wouldn’t she target his concubines? Her massive “spy” organization could finally be put to use. Those spies loyal to Wan Zhenyi monitored the Emperor’s every move, not sparing even his meals or bathroom visits, let alone which fox spirit’s bed he might be in.
Wan Zhenyi was determined to see her plan through to the end.
No poison, no woman.
Who cares if the Emperor slept with her?
The condition was: after getting off the bed and wandering elsewhere, regardless of the bed’s owner or whether she might get pregnant, Wan Zhenyi would always have a gift for them – a potent abortion drug that they must accept and consume without hesitation.
Take it or not, you must take it.
If the fox spirit was weak and the drug caused her unfortunate early death, so be it. What mattered was ensuring the fetus was eliminated to prevent disaster for Wan Zhenyi herself.
Wan Zhenyi sneered: “Compete with me? No way!”
Her servants fawned: “Those little bitches don’t know their place, trying to challenge her.”
Wan Zhenyi angrily said: “I’ll teach them a lesson they won’t forget.”
Some timid servants asked: “What if the Emperor finds out?”
