There is no need to rejoice too much at the birth of a son, nor to grieve when a daughter is born. Just look at Wei Zifu: her family came to rule the realm.
For her, even if he weren't the emperor, he would rebel, because he held just one conviction in his heart: if he won the empire, he would surely win her, too.
For her, he was willing to make an enemy of the whole world. But she never knew how to cherish him. No matter how many consorts he had, she never once voiced her displeasure, thinking only of Liu Rong.
As time passed, even a heart of stone would be moved, let alone hers. But when at last she wanted to begin loving him, it was already too late. She was deposed and sentenced to death.
Witness the tangled romance of Wei Zifu, the empress with the humblest origins in history. Only then can love extend to those one loves. Leave aside the golden house's cherished beauty at the beginning.
