I Can't Be a Carefree Empress Dowager, and the Dog Emperor Is Losing It

Only doted on! Only doted on! Only doted on!!! “Your Majesty, I’m pregnant?” Wanrou dreamed that she died after serving as empress dowager for just one year. Before that, she had spent over forty years struggling in the harem as a concubine. She had been framed, ostracized, and oppressed. She couldn’t even raise her own child, and could only watch as he called someone else “Mother.” Thankfully, her son eventually ascended the throne, allowing her to become empress dowager for a year. She had borne three sons and two daughters for that wretched man, but in the end, only two sons survived. Now that she knew what the future held, she had absolutely no interest in becoming empress. The empress? Let whoever wants the job have it! The man? Whoever wants to steal him can have him! She was ready to give up and coast through life!!! As long as she could become the empress dowager, who cared whether she had ever been empress? All she needed to do now was lie low and try to live to the age of eighty-eight. She didn’t want to die in the same year her son ascended the throne, like she had in her previous life. Staying healthy, taking it easy, and waiting for her son to ascend: those were Wanrou’s greatest ambitions now. Who could have guessed that the emperor had gone mad and seemed to have set his sights on her? He was not only kind to the child in her womb, but also kept promoting her for the most ridiculous reasons. What was even more infuriating was that she didn’t want to attend to the wretched man, so she pretended to be ill and had her name taken off the list of available consorts. The result: “I heard Consort Jing was ill, so in my haste, I summoned every imperial physician to examine you.” Wanrou… “Your Majesty, please go see your other consorts. I’m sure they miss you!” “Rou’er, are you trying to drive me away?” “I’m not! I’m just afraid I can’t serve you properly.” “Rou’er, ‘serve’ doesn’t sound right. How about becoming my empress?”