“That title no longer belongs to me,” Jinshi said. “A royal son has been born.”
So Consort Gyokuyou had safely delivered her child—and it was a boy.
So that’s who he really is, Maomao thought. For a man who wasn’t a eunuch to enter the rear palace was a serious crime. Only those who shared blood with the Emperor, or who had his specific orders, could do so.
“You seem to have aged a good deal, Master Jinshi.” She spoke rather softly, yet he glanced in her direction with what she took to be annoyance