My Uncle the Prince Drank the Medicinal Meal I Made for the Little Emperor

The young emperor is frail and has yet to father an heir.

According to the laws of this dynasty, if the young emperor dies, all his childless consorts must be buried with him.

To survive, I can only brew tonic after tonic for him, hoping he will finally get back on his feet.

But to my surprise, the emperor gave the tonics to his imperial uncle.

The imperial uncle is not yet thirty, in the prime of his life, but he is cold by nature. Rumors in the palace say he has no interest in women and prefers men.

I wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.

The imperial uncle, broad-shouldered and long-legged, carried me off to the imperial garden. “Keep it down, or the guards will hear us.”