The Empress’s Gambit: I’m the Fierce One 1

The Cabinet Grand Secretary Peng Shi boldly stated: “Currently, there are many concubines in the inner palace, yet no princes have been born. This is likely because Your Majesty favors only one, and though she is showered with grace, she has passed her childbearing years. Please consider the ancestors and the state, and spread your love.”

Peng Shi spoke the truth and made a reasonable argument.

The Emperor couldn’t explode in anger. He just had an iron-blue expression and impatiently said: “This is my personal matter. Do not interfere. I know what to do.”

The officials looked at each other.

Everyone under heaven knew that the Emperor was madly in love with Wan Zhen’er.

I’ve seen infatuation before, but I’ve never seen anyone as infatuated as the Emperor. After meeting Wan Zhen’er, a woman seventeen years his senior, he was captivated for life—a fateful entanglement he would never regret, devoted to her from start to finish.

Many things are perhaps arranged by heaven, beyond one’s control.

Who knows?

Loving someone needs no reason.

Love is simply love.

Wan Zhen’er’s spies were everywhere, and the Emperor’s words quickly reached her ears through her lackeys, who repeated them verbatim. Wan Zhen’er was delighted, beaming with satisfaction. Look, the Emperor has spoken—who could possibly challenge her now?

Wan Zhen’er’s arrogance grew even more unbridled and unbounded.

Wan Zhen’er never imagined that not only had one fish slipped through her net right under her nose, but another would follow—and this fish would leap over the dragon gate.

This escaped fish was initiated by someone surnamed Ji, so unremarkable that she was simply called: Ji Shi.

Ji Shi came from a southern barbarian tribe in Guangxi.

” Not only did they sacrifice themselves, but they also condemned their wives and daughters, forcing them from masters to slaves, sent to the imperial palace to experience the “joy” of servitude—their lives no longer their own, becoming disposable objects, with the most tragic fate of generational slavery.

Ji Shi, once a tribal official’s precious daughter, had now become one of these unfortunate souls.

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