Mu Wanyu laughed heartily as Nalan Yun'er, dressed in a magnificent phoenix robe, entered, surrounded by attendants. She no longer had the energy to pay them any attention.
Mu Wanyu stopped hitting Nalan Yun'er in annoyance and reluctantly bowed to her with a fake smile: "Why has Your Majesty the Empress come?"
"What? The Virtuous Consort can come, but I, the mistress of the harem, can't?" Nalan Yun'er glanced at her sideways.
"Your Majesty, I was merely checking on this little wretch for you. It seems she's quite resilient." Mu Wanyu's disdainful expression fell upon Ranla Azi.
Azi lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and didn't want to talk to anyone.
Seeing Azi's disheveled appearance, Nalan Yun'er felt a surge of pleasure: "Isn't this the favored concubine of the harem? Why is she sitting in the snow?"
Upon hearing this, the concubines who had come with her couldn't help but laugh.
"Your Majesty, you have always been the one to call the shots in this harem. When the Emperor favors her, she is a Noble Consort; when the Emperor dislikes her, what does it matter if she is pregnant with a prince?"
The mocking laughter of the crowd reached Azi's ears. She bit her lip tightly, remaining silent, her eyes filled with hatred.
Nalan Yun'er smiled smugly: "Alright, we're sisters after all. My sister is pregnant with a prince, why is she sitting in the snow? Where is your maid?"
"Ah, look at my memory. My sister has been deposed and is disliked by the Emperor. Where will she get anyone to serve her? I'm afraid Qinghe's days are numbered as well."
Azi knelt alone in the snow, her body already numb and stiff. The crowd mocked her casually, and she was powerless to fight back, her expression slowly becoming blank.
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