Summary
The emperor was critically ill, and all consorts without sons would be buried with him. I emptied out my entire private stash and found a Cold-faced Guard to buy some seed from. But after more than half a month of trying, I still showed no sign of pregnancy. So I turned around and found myself a pretty-boy guard instead. Just as we were about to get down to business, the Cold-faced Guard kicked the door open and stormed in. “What are you doing?!” I was so frightened I nearly rolled right off the bed. The pretty-boy guard rose and straightened his robes, then calmly saluted the Cold-faced Guard. “Imperial Uncle.” The Cold-faced Guard gave a cold laugh. “Crown Prince, mind your conduct. You must not fool around with the emperor’s consorts.” The Crown Prince arched a brow and shot back, “Then why is Imperial Uncle here?” The Cold-faced Guard looked at me, trembling under the covers, and answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I am different from you, of course. She paid me!”