"You think getting into the emperor's bed will make you soar to the top?"
"A pheasant is a pheasant. It can never become a phoenix!"
"So what if you can give birth? No matter how many you have, they'll only be stepping-stones for my son."
"People born low should stay rotting in the mud forever. Why come out and disgust everyone?"
Ten years later.
Sun Shixu arches an eyebrow, her beautiful fingers painted with bright red nail polish.
She lifts Consort Du's chin with her index finger and lets out a wicked, mocking laugh.
"You're right. Having lots of children really is something to be proud of."
Sun Shixu claps her hands, and a line of eight children comes running in. Each looks a little like her, and it's obvious at a glance that they're mother and children.
Consort Du's eyes are venomous, filled with jealousy and resentment.
Sun Shixu lets go of her chin. "My children are healthy and long-lived, while yours was killed by your own hand. With a mother like you, he must have suffered terribly when he died, right?"
"Hahaha! You wicked woman, you've finally shown your true colors! Your Majesty, do you see? This is the woman you love?"
Sun Shixu's pupils contract as she looks at the bright-yellow figure emerging from the side room.
She curls her fingers and glances at her eager son out of the corner of her eye, thinking: Looks like the emperor is going to drop dead today too.
So be it. The realm will still be in the hands of his Fu descendants, so surely His Majesty will understand, right?
