Consort Rong insisted, "I have no expectations for Xiao Qi, as long as he can live safely, that's enough. So I don't need your help. You should leave the palace and go home now. I will carefully select a talented young man for you."

Unfortunately, that very night, Consort Rong received an imperial decree from Emperor Huiwu.

Emperor Huiwu wants Han Zitong to enter the palace!

Conferring her the title of Imperial Concubine!

Consort Rong sat on the ground in a daze, and even after the eunuch who delivered the imperial edict had left, she still couldn't come back to her senses.

Peony helped Consort Rong up and said softly, "Your Majesty, since we can't stop it, let it be. The young lady beside you—no, Consort Han herself—is also willing."

"She's so young, how could she know the hardships of the inner palace?" Consort Rong was heartbroken.

Why won't you listen to advice?

Peony said helplessly, "But now that His Majesty has issued the decree, who can do anything about it? In any case, His Majesty still values ​​the Empress very much, and actually gave Miss Cousin the rank of Consort."

In the imperial harem, all the concubines of the highest rank, from the lowest to the highest, had given birth to children.

In Emperor Huiwu's harem, maintaining a high rank was a difficult task.

When Consort Rong first entered the palace, she was just a lowly concubine. She rose to the rank of Consort because she gave birth to a prince and had two miscarriages. It took her fifteen years to climb to the top.

However, she only stayed in the rank of Consort for three years before being demoted to Consort Rong.

"Your Majesty is not giving me face at all. He has clearly fallen in love with Zitong at first sight!" Consort Rong smiled bitterly, feeling a little sour in her heart.

"Sigh, the highest rank she can achieve is a concubine."

But none of them knew that Han Zitong's moment of glory was just the beginning.