The Fourth Prince's Beloved Consort in the Qing Dynasty

Was Li Xu a delicate, innocent flower? No. Was she clever and adept at palace intrigue? Also no. A selfless saint? Bah, you’re the saint. If she was none of those things, how had she survived in the Fourth Prince’s household, and later in the imperial harem? Li Xu had no idea either. Anyway, Ula Nara seemed to have a very mild temper. That famous Niohuru was actually a burly, brawny woman! The Song, Li, Geng, Wu, Yin, and Yun ladies all seemed to keep their distance. And how was the renowned Little New Year Cake so quiet? The Fourth Prince looked exasperated. “Good girl, I like you just the way you are.” Li Xu smiled. “I’m lucky. I’m lucky, and so are you, Your Highness. Just when you were about to take on the Crown Prince, the First Prince defeated him. Then you could take on the First Prince, but the Eighth Prince crippled him. “So you could take on the Eighth Prince. Heh, sorry, but your imperial father crippled him first.”