The Emperor and Consort’s Phoenix Design

Nan Si is the sort of person people both love and hate. The emperor dotes on her so much that she gets away with anything.

The gentle, languid emperor says, “Nan Si, be my empress.”

Nan Si drops to one knee, her voice cool and clear. “Your Majesty is a cloud in the heavens, while I am mud beneath the earth. Dirt cannot ascend to the highest skies.”

The emperor's good mood vanishes in an instant. “...”

When his ministers urge him to select consorts, the emperor gently tries to persuade her. “Nan Si, be my empress.”

Nan Si remains unmoved. “Your Majesty is a cloud in the heavens, while I am mud beneath the earth. Dirt cannot ascend to the highest skies.”

The emperor's face turns livid. “...”

His Majesty is so furious that he kicks over a chair!

The emperor pleads softly, “Si'er, surely you can't leave my child without a name or status.”

Nan Si: “What's status? Can you eat it?”