The Emperor's coma could not be kept secret forever; after all, no secret can be kept forever. Seeing that the situation was spiraling out of control, Fu Shun had no choice but to make a decision: several secret guards left the palace. As for Wu You, in his heart, she was nothing more than a tool to maintain order in the harem and to ensure the Emperor's continued offspring.

Two days later, the Emperor did indeed appear before the public, but he was pale and clearly very weak, appearing to be recovering from a serious illness. The previously unsettled hearts of people in the court and the harem gradually calmed down. The only regrettable thing was that the Emperor's health was very poor, and he even looked listless when attending court.

Wuyou remained calm in the face of the suddenly appearing emperor, after all, he was just a fake. In her previous life, Mu Yanran and Fushun had found this substitute to replace Situ Yuan, thereby further controlling the harem and the court, firmly grasping both in their hands.

The most terrifying thing was that, in order to avoid arousing suspicion about the emperor's authenticity, the fake emperor began touring the harem in the later stages, practically ravaging the entire palace. Fortunately, Bai Wuyou refused the imposter because of her pregnancy, otherwise she might have been defiled as well.

After Situ Yuan woke up, he did not pursue the matter. On the surface, things remained the same, but in his heart, he had already banished those concubines to the cold palace. This may have been the reason why he was able to so generously disband the harem and favor one person alone later on. After all, the women in the harem had been 'tainted'.

As for this fake emperor who dared to harm the emperor's women and cuckold the emperor, he should naturally be ground to dust to appease the emperor's hatred.

In this life, the Emperor had been bedridden for a long time. If he were to appear in public full of energy as soon as possible, it would be too strange. It was only natural that he had fallen ill.

Wuyou picked up a cup of tea and drank it down. Having enjoyed so much kindness from beautiful women in her past life, she naturally had to pay a price. Since she was so capable of causing trouble, it was time for her to settle down in this life.

Inside the Phoenix Palace, Mu Yanran, dressed in a light purple palace gown, paced back and forth, her expression anxious, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her face haggard.

"Your Majesty, please rest for a while!" Zhu Qing placed a bowl of millet porridge on the table and gently comforted Mu Yanran. Even if Your Majesty is anxious, you can't leave Fengyi Palace. It's better for you to rest and recuperate; perhaps the Emperor will wake up in a couple of days.

"I have no such intention." Mu Yanran bit her lip and shook her head. She was extremely anxious because there was no news from the Emperor. That damned servant Fu Shun didn't care about her at all and kept her confined to the palace.

Although he knew in his heart that the only way to appease public anger was to confine her to her quarters, he was still resentful.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside, indicating that many people had arrived. Then, a woman's soft and melodious voice drifted over.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Imperial Concubine." Wuyou gracefully bowed, then looked up at Mu Yanran with a smile, her expression suddenly showing surprise, "Why does Your Highness look so haggard?"

Seeing Wuyou's smiling face, Mu Yanran was both annoyed and ashamed. Her expression instantly turned cold. "What are you doing here? Did you come to see me make a fool of myself?"

"How dare I? Your Highness the Imperial Concubine is the mistress of the entire harem, while I am merely an ordinary concubine." Wuyou said with a face full of fear, bowing her head respectfully.

"Then what are you doing here?" Mu Yanran twisted the handkerchief in her hand, sat in the head seat and spoke coldly, still not giving them a good look. She came from a military family and had a straightforward personality. She never hid her emotions and didn't give these other women in the harem a good look either.

"I know that Your Highness is confined to the palace and must be worried about the Emperor, so I came to deliver a message to you." Wuyou's lips curled into a slight smile. After being confined for so long, it was about time.

Normally, Mu Yanran would have been furious and told the person to get lost, but now she really wanted to know what was going on outside, and worried about the Emperor's safety, so she could only swallow her anger.

Wuyou chatted briefly with Mu Yanran, mentioning the Emperor's recent situation, before shifting the topic to another matter. "Your Majesty's confinement will last for more than a month, and I, your humble servant, am willing to share Your Majesty's burdens."

"You?" Mu Yanran smiled coldly. All the women in the harem were her competitors, and she didn't believe that the other party was so kind.

"I recently got a pet, which is quite interesting and helps pass the time in my spare time. After all, you must be quite bored in the palace." Wuyou smiled gently, and the maid behind her immediately brought out a cage containing several adorable puppies with innocent, dark eyes that softened one's heart.

What was just a normal exchange of pleasantries took on a sarcastic tone in Mu Yanran's eyes. In a moment of impulsiveness, she blurted out, "Since you're so kind, why don't you give your beloved pet to me?"

In fact, Mu Yanran regretted her words as soon as she finished speaking. There wasn't that much of a conflict between her and Consort Rou. It was just that she had been imprisoned in the palace recently and was in a bad mood. If she hadn't just happened to run into someone, she would have been unable to resist her anger and started picking a fight.

Upon hearing Mu Yanran's words, Wuyou's expression stiffened, and her voice carried a hint of coldness and displeasure, but she refrained from expressing it out of pride. "Since Your Highness has said that it is my beloved pet, I naturally cannot part with it. This one is quite adorable, Your Highness can keep it."

The more Wuyou refused to let Mu Yanran have the dog, the more she wanted it, her competitive spirit ignited. "What? You won't even let me keep a dog? How can Consort Rou believe in your so-called sisterly affection?"

"Your Highness, Xiaobai is my beloved pet, everyone in the palace knows that, so why do you insist on making things difficult for me?" Wuyou lowered her voice slightly, mixed with barely suppressed anger, as if she had been provoked.

Seeing Wuyou's insistence, Mu Yanran felt a little hesitant. After all, he was just a beast; there was no need to break ties with Consort Rou. She opened her mouth but hesitated to comply due to pride, just as Lian Qiao, who was beside Wuyou, suddenly spoke up.

"Your Highness, please don't go too far. Although our lord's rank is slightly lower than yours, she is currently pregnant and is the Emperor's only son. If anything goes wrong..." Lianqiao was a clever girl, and although she didn't speak too bluntly, she had already made the point clear to everyone.

As Wuyou's pregnancy progressed, she knew that this matter would eventually be known, so she did not deliberately hide it. Only Mu Yanran, who was not well-informed, would do so.

To put it bluntly, although she held great power in the harem, she came from a military family and knew nothing about managing the inner quarters. It was only after years of immersion in the palace that she gradually became proficient, and her management of the harem was barely maintained.

"You're pregnant?" At this moment, Mu Yanran was filled with deep jealousy. Her eyes seemed to be flashing with green light as she glared at Wuyou as if she wanted to devour her.

She deeply loves the Emperor, but has not yet given birth. What right does Consort Rou have?

"Alas—Your Highness, please calm your anger. It is my fault for failing to discipline you properly. If you like Xiaobai, I will have someone send it to you in a couple of days." Wuyou knelt down to beg for forgiveness, lowering her posture considerably, and Mu Yanran could not say anything more.