The imperial uncle stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes. “Over the years, the imperial physicians have regularly taken your pulse and all say that Your Majesty’s body has no abnormalities. The delay in having an heir is definitely not Your Majesty’s fault. Your Majesty, please don’t hide it from this old minister anymore.”
“Very well,” I spoke straightforwardly. “Imperial uncle, An Jin was indeed poisoned because of me and will find it very difficult to have children. I have long decided that in this lifetime, I will only bear children for him. If we ultimately do not have this blessing, I will have no regrets.”
“Indeed,” the imperial uncle let out a long sigh.
“Please grant me your blessing,” I lowered my head.
After a long pause, the imperial uncle finally spoke: “Actually, over these years, I have seen clearly how he has acted and how he has protected you. But this matter of an heir—is there really no way?”
“I have sought out some famous physicians, hoping for a breakthrough. But whether or not I will have an heir, the matter of Afu participating in the trial at fourteen will not change.”
“Ah Yao, why must you be like this?” his eyes were slightly moist. I knew he was thinking of Yun Qiao, and my mood also turned slightly melancholic.
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