He was no longer the tireless wolf of Prince Yan's Mansion from the past. Burdened with court affairs and lacking exercise, he had developed... problems in that area.
No wonder, in the three years since the emperor ascended the throne, only two or three concubines in the harem had conceived. It wasn't that the concubines weren't trying—it was the plowing ox that had failed.
Shen Wei grew anxious, her mind racing for solutions. Should she discreetly inform the imperial physicians to prepare tonics for the emperor?
Then again, perhaps it was better left untreated. If the emperor remained impotent, no more concubines would bear children. On the path to the throne, her son would have fewer potential rivals.
Lost in thought, Shen Wei gradually drifted into slumber.
...
The next day, as dawn barely broke.
