The Empress screamed hoarsely as she pounded on the palace gates, but the towering doors of Kunning Palace—symbolizing her imperial glory—stood unyielding, barring her path. After what felt like an eternity, her strength drained, and she collapsed to the ground, sobbing wretchedly.
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In Changxin Palace, Lu Xuan's belly had grown noticeably rounder. Supporting her lower back with one hand, she strolled leisurely through the palace grounds. The weight of pregnancy had left her feet slightly swollen, and the imperial physician had advised daily walks to ease the pressure.
It was early September, and the leaves in the courtyard had begun to yellow, while the lotus blossoms in the pond withered one by one. After completing a lap around the garden, Lu Xuan rested in a pavilion.
Her maid, Little Qin, brought her a warm bowl of pear soup to soothe her stomach.
After taking a sip, Lu Xuan asked languidly, "How are things in Kunning Palace?"
