The Emperor affirmed Jiang Xian's "audacious claim."
But it wasn't a serious affirmation.
He placed a hand on her flat stomach and said with a laugh, "The greatest contribution Xian'er can make right now is to bear me an heir. Only then will my throne be secure."
This wasn't purely a flirtatious remark.
After all, his sons would truly have a throne to inherit. Whether a nation had a stable number of potential heirs was a testament to the throne's stability. The Empress Dowager had lectured him on this several times, berating him for not frequenting the harem diligently. In the early years, only Consort Xian had become pregnant, but she hadn't been able to carry the child to term.
One could only imagine the glory and favor that would come with being the first to give birth to a royal son.
"If Xian'er can conceive, I will grant you the rank of Pin."
After the rank of Pin, she would become a proper mistress of her own court.
