Shen Weiyang met the emperor on a crisp autumn day, after the rain had cleared, at Lingshan Temple, long renowned for its auspicious matchmaking.
Not long afterward, she entered the palace to meet the emperor.
And soon after that, the harem, which had always been little more than a formality, finally had someone to bring it to life.
Xiao Nianchen loved to stroke Shen Weiyang’s jet-black hair at midnight, nestling close to her soft embrace as he murmured, coaxing her gently: “Weiyang, would you have a little princess for me?”
