The Noble Consort wants to take my child, so I asked Her Majesty the Empress Dowager to judge the matter.
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"Your Yikun Palace really is something, little sister. The courtyard is full of jade hairpin flowers, blooming like snow. Their fragrance alone is enough to soothe the heart." Liu Wan'er, the Noble Consort Wan personally appointed by the emperor, held a cup of tea as she elegantly stroked the face of my son, Zhao Heng, who had just turned a hundred days old. Her nails were painted a vivid red with balsam flower juice, making her already fair fingers look even more like jade. But that red stung my eyes. I forced a smile. "I'm glad you like it, Your Highness." My son, Heng'er, seemed not to like the fragrance she wore
