Consort Zhao said in a low voice, "However, just now, the midwife and the imperial physician came out to report that although Consort Ma Jia's baby has not yet been born, the baby is healthy and there is no problem."
"Um,"
Kangxi responded.
With a solemn expression, Kangxi stared into the closed delivery room, lost in thought.
Consort Zhao and Consort Dong exchanged a glance, then sat quietly in their seats, holding their breath, inwardly scoffing at Consort Zhao's words.
As the highest-ranking concubine in the harem, and the Empress Dowager and Emperor's chosen successor—a fact known to everyone in the palace—Consort Zhao should have been dignified, composed, and magnanimous. However, now…
Consort Ma Jia was confined to her quarters during her pregnancy, and this was known throughout the palace because she was overthinking things.
Consort Zhao had absolutely no need to deliberately sow discord between Consort Ma and Emperor Kangxi, implying that Consort Ma was narrow-minded, jealous, short-tempered, and disregarded the imperial heir in her womb.
Time passed by, night fell, and the loud cry of a newborn baby echoed from the delivery room.
Emperor Kangxi was delighted, but in his heart he hoped it would be a prince.
Consort Zhao, Consort Zhaojia, and Consort Dong all had different expressions.
Consort Zhao gave a forced smile, her teeth nearly grinding to powder.
How come that wretched woman, Ma Jia, didn't die in the womb?
Consort Zhao Jia's eyes held a hint of resentment as she secretly prayed that she would give birth to a princess.
Consort Dong lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze filled with envy, envying Consort Ma Jia for her successive pregnancies and births.
Whether it's a prince or a princess, they are all the emperor's own flesh and blood, while she...
After the birth and death of the second princess, she never became pregnant again!
The emperor would summon her to his bedchamber once a month, but she was unable to conceive.
As more and more young and beautiful new women entered the palace, she became increasingly hesitant to hope of becoming pregnant.
With a creak, the door to the delivery room opened.
The midwife came out carrying a pink swaddled baby, her face solemn as she looked at Emperor Kangxi and Consort Zhao.
Consort Zhao paused slightly, then smiled and said to Emperor Kangxi, "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Consort Ma has given birth to another little princess for Your Majesty."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
