Volume One, Chapter Three: The Loyal and Devoted Canine Emperor
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Song Yaozhu's momentary lapse caused the emperor to furrow his brow slightly. Displeased, he asked, “Are you truly the Third Miss of the Song family?”
Song Yaozhu immediately composed herself and bowed respectfully. “I, your servant, was rude. Please forgive me, Your Majesty.”
“No matter,” the emperor waved his hand dismissively. He had heard that the Song family’s third miss had fallen into obscurity among the common folk and was illiterate. Naturally, she would be nervous upon meeting the Son of Heaven for the first time.
The emperor paid her little mind, merely casting a downward glance—yet that single look caused him to hold his breath involuntarily.
Song Yaozhu bore a striking resemblance to his late empress!
Xie Liwei noted the emperor’s brief loss of composure with a trace of mockery in his eyes. His elder sister had toiled endlessly for him while alive, straining herself for the realm until her health failed. If not for the clan elders’ firm stance that the empire must remain unyielding, and his sister’s frailty preventing pregnancy, the emperor would have been deposed long ago, with the Empress Dowager ruling from behind the curtain.
His sister had shown little affection toward him while alive, but in death, her devotion was profound.
“You remind me of Wanqing,” the emperor sighed. A eunuch behind him immediately understood and unfolded a scroll, revealing the portrait of the late Empress Xie Wanqing.
The emperor stood before the painting, sighing deeply before wiping a corner of his eye with a handkerchief. Without looking at Xie Liwei and his wife, he waved them away.
“You may leave now. The empress and I will remain.”
This scene churned Song Yaozhu’s stomach with revulsion. She would never forget how she died!
That wretched emperor, wary of the court officials growing close to her and fearing she might control him as a puppet, conspired with the noble consort to poison her. She endured agony for half a month before dying.
Thrown into the cold palace, the noble consort had slashed her face, but the pain of poisoned flesh was nothing compared to the torment of her innards being ravaged.
Her death was unbearable, yet this despicable emperor feigned mourning before her, a sight that made her nauseous.
“Your Majesty, the Marquis of Xiaoyao and his wife have left the palace,” a eunuch hurriedly reported. The emperor was still standing before the late empress’s portrait.
The emperor waved off the report, tossing the yellow handkerchief onto the table. Chief eunuch Li Wei stepped forward to roll up the scroll.
“I never imagined that this Third Miss Song would resemble Wanqing so much. She is practically Wanqing in her youth.”
There was a hint of regret in the emperor’s tone. Had he known how much she resembled Wanqing, he might never have granted the marriage.
Li Wei stood nearby, eyes shifting. “Your Majesty, you’ve forgotten—the Third Miss’s mother and the late Empress’s mother were cousins. It’s no surprise they look alike.”
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