King Jin's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. He rubbed his eyes and looked a few more times to confirm that he was not mistaken.
He collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, murmuring, "Consort rank? How could it be a consort rank? From the day my mother became Empress to father's ascension, she wore the phoenix crown. Why is she only a consort?"
Lin Qianqing softly sighed, "Mother was demoted to consort before she was allowed to enter the Imperial Mausoleum. I've heard it was a special privilege granted by father's grace, otherwise, she wouldn't have been allowed in."
King Jin staggered back, tears streaming down his face.
Mother struggled her entire life, only to end up with the title of consort.
"While others may not know, how could father not? No matter what mother did, it was all with his tacit consent. She was merely a weapon in their hands. What wrong did she commit?
