Jin Wang Dotes on His Concubine

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty…”

Emperor Jin’an opened his eyes, only to find Fu Cheng standing before him.

Fu Cheng’s hair had turned white, his face was wrinkled, and his back was slightly hunched.

Emperor Jin’an sighed inwardly; he had indeed returned.

“Elder Chen requests an audience, Your Majesty. Will you see him?”

Emperor Jin’an rubbed his temple, reached for a nearby tea, and took a sip.

The tea was still warm, as if he had never left, as if everything had been a dream. But Emperor Jin’an knew it wasn’t a dream. Her warmth still lingered in his hands, and his memories still haunted him.

He placed the tea cup down, a finely crafted Ding kiln white porcelain cup and it hit the sandalwood table. It made a pleasant, crisp sound, slightly heavier than before.

“Summon him.”

They had just finished discussing matters with several ministers, and it was past noon.

No one inquired whether he wanted lunch or not; it seemed they had grown accustomed to his erratic eating habits. Only Fu Cheng occasionally expressed concerns, though Fu Cheng had grown old, and his memory was not what it used to be. Sometimes he would repeat something many times, and other times, he would forget to say what needed to be said.

The hall was exceptionally quiet, with only the clock in the Xnuan Pavilion ticking away, which for some reason made him feel uneasy.

Emperor Jin’an was examining the documents when he occasionally glanced at the door. Fu Cheng noticed that Emperor Jin’an had done so several times but assumed it was merely to rest his eyes. Suddenly, Emperor Jin’an stood up without warning, and Fu Cheng followed.

Qianqing Palace was not far from Yongxin Hall, which was just outside the Yuehua Gate. Originally built as a temporary resting place for the emperor, it was not used for a long time, so it later became the building for the Ministry of Internal Affairs

It was noon, and many eunuchs and craftsmen lingered in the place. They were chatting and laughing when Emperor Jin’an suddenly entered.

With a plop, everyone kneeled in fear, except for one man in a bright yellow dragon robe standing in the center, who seemed lost, as if searching for something.

It was only at that moment that Emperor Jin’an realized he had indeed come back.

In this world, she was gone, and so were their children.

Amidst the bids of farewells, he walked out of the palace gates.

“Your Majesty?” Fu Cheng asked in confusion.

“Just taking a walk.”

Since Fu Cheng’s legs were not as agile as before, Emperor Jin’an’s pace also slowed considerably. They walked along the corridor, and the blue sky was divided into pieces by countless high walls, giving him a sense of unease.

Some eunuchs were sweeping the brick floor, and they all turned to face the wall as Emperor Jin’an approached. They only dared to look back after he had passed, and they saw the familiar figure in the bright yellow robe. Walking slowly with his back straight, hands behind him and a familiar figure accompanying him. Yet, perhaps due to the gloomy weather, he seemed strangely desolate. These two figures gradually disappeared from sight, leaving only the unchanging red walls and ceramic tiles.

The eunuch lowered his head and continued sweeping the floor, smiling at himself for overthinking.

“Your Majesty, would you like to visit the Imperial Garden?” Fu Cheng suggested as they continued walking.

Emperor Jin’an paused for a moment and said, “Let’s go and take a look.”

The Imperial Garden was beautiful year-round, but Emperor Jin’an had rarely visited. Even when banquets were held here, he would hurry through without stopping. In recent years, he had always been so busy, and as he thought about it, he wondered what he had been so busy with. The country, the people, the crown prince? It seemed that apart from these, there was nothing else.

Standing at the eastern gate of Qiongyuan, the Imperial Garden was within reach, but Emperor Jin’an suddenly lost interest and turned around.

Fu Cheng didn’t ask why Emperor Jin’an changed his mind; perhaps, in his heart, Emperor Jin’an and leisurely garden strolls were unrelated.

If he returned to Qianqing Palace, there was nothing to do except look at the never-ending memorials. The stack of memorials that he would never finish.

Seeing Emperor Jin’an sit back at the desk, Fu Cheng let out a heavy sigh. Many times, he wished Emperor Jin’an would change, but he couldn’t quite describe how. And Emperor Jin’an wouldn’t listen to him either.

After some time had passed, Emperor Jin’an suddenly said, “Prompt the Ministry of Rites to make preparations for the crown prince’s coronation ceremony as soon as possible.”

“Very well.”

With Emperor Jin’an’s order, preparations for the crown prince’s coronation ceremony proceeded quickly.

Every day, officials from the Ministry of Rites visited Qing Wang Manor, but they weren’t looking for Qing Wang; they were looking for Qing Wang Shizi, Zhao Yan.

No, he wasn’t called Qing Wang Shizi anymore; he was now the crown prince, even though he still resided in Qing Wang Manor. In the past few days, Zhao Yan didn’t leave the manor, and he stayed by the side of Consort Qing.

But their companionship was nothing more than sleeping from night to morning and eating three meals a day. Everyone knew these days were numbered.

The Ministry of Rites had sent the crown prince’s ceremonial attire, and the date for the grand ceremony had already been set for the following day.

The mother and son had their evening meal together.

“After entering the palace, be very filial to your Imperial Uncle,” Consort Qing advised.

“This son knows.”

Zhao Yan hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Mother, have you ever regretted it?”

Consort Qing was taken aback, her thoughts drifting.

Regret?

Had she regretted being too stubborn, too proud, refusing to accept reality, failing to recognize her own place, and allowing her husband to be handed over to another woman? There could have been a different outcome, but her obstinacy and arrogance had turned everything into chaos. Their relationship had almost reached the brink of collapse, and despite living under the same roof for many years, they never met again.

Perhaps she had regretted it at some point, but the lesson was too profound, and the regret had come too late. There was no way to turn back, and so it remained.