"It doesn't matter if you do not look upon this servant from now on. Even if you call me a wicked wench and punish me, I will gladly accept it. But please save this servant's life. I will live quietly and only gaze at your shadow from now on, so please save my life."
Her entire body began to tremble as if she were going to faint at any moment. The Emperor glanced down at her as she tried to hold back her tears. He narrowed his eyes.
"Please allow me to serve you until I have taken my last breath, Your Majesty."
As the Consort sobbed, the Emperor let out a heavy sigh.
In the past, whenever he saw her like this, he didn't hold back anything and gave her what she wanted. But even knowing what he knew now, the Consort still had the ability to make his heart waver.
The Emperor's hand stroked the Consort's cheek. Her sad elegance shone bright as she closed her hands around his.
"Can you hand over your son to me?"
"Pardon?"