Consort Yi and her maid walked to the bottom of the plaque with the inscription "Upright and Bright" and looked up at the plaque hanging high above their heads.

“Ruixin, stand up here and go get it. I’ll hold onto the back of the chair!” Consort Yi pointed to Kangxi’s dragon throne.

"No, Your Highness, this won't do! How can I stand on the Emperor's throne?" Ruixin quickly shook her head, utterly astonished by Consort Yi's suggestion. She, a mere palace maid, was being asked to climb onto Kangxi's throne and use it as a ladder.

"Enough nonsense, help me up, I'll do it!" Consort Yi said in a low voice, giving Ruixin a sidelong glance.

Ruixin quickly helped Consort Yi up; as long as she wasn't allowed to go up, she would feel at ease.

Consort Yi, holding Ruixin's hand, first removed the flowerpot base, then climbed onto the dragon throne. However, her headdress was not even enough to reach the bottom of that flat piece!

"Master, this isn't enough. Shall I go and fetch another embroidered round stool?" Ruixin said in a low voice.

Consort Yi nodded to Ruixin, and then she stood on Kangxi's dragon throne, watching Ruixin go to get the round embroidered stool.

Consort Yi had never stood on the dragon throne in the Qianqing Palace like this before. At this moment, she stood on it, looking down at the front.

Suddenly, Consort Yi felt a surge of imperial power. If only her son's name were on that edict from Empress Bian! Her son, the Fifth Prince, had once been a favorite of Emperor Kangxi. But bad luck struck him; after only a few battles, he was injured, disfiguring his face and causing his status in Kangxi's eyes to plummet, rendering him practically invisible. But what had he done wrong? It was simply bad luck; he had fallen from grace so quickly. How brave and wise the Fifth Prince had once been! He had once enjoyed more favor with Kangxi than the Third and Fourth Princes!

He was her and Emperor Kangxi's first son, and she was so favored at that time. Therefore, the birth of the fifth prince was the icing on the cake, making Consort Yi happy for quite a while.

But fate was so unfair; his own son was disfigured by an accident, and from then on, he was ineligible for imperial favor and the position.

Thinking of this, Consort Yi clenched her hands tightly. This time, she had come for her youngest son, Ninth Prince, and had made such a reckless decision, but she felt no regret whatsoever.

Consort Yi felt her legs trembling because she was terrified! Who would dare to stand on the emperor's dragon throne and peek at the imperial edict?

“Master, please move aside a bit. I’ll put this round stool on it, and then you can step on it to get on.” Ruixin brought over a round embroidered stool and said.

Consort Yi nodded, her face slightly pale. She shifted her feet, allowing Ruixin to place the round stool on the dragon throne.

"Your Highness, let me help you. Please step on it slowly." Ruixin quickly went to support Consort Yi.

Consort Yi lifted her foot and slowly climbed onto the round embroidered stool. However, because the stool was so high, and it was placed on the dragon throne, the leg Consort Yi had just put on wobbled precariously. Consort Yi was already feeling guilty, and suddenly standing so high made her feel dizzy. She no longer had the courage to reach for the flat, back door.

"No, Ruixin, I'm dizzy. You should stand up." Before Consort Yi could even lift her other leg, she put it down.