The Empress Dowager stared blankly at her son. He was a complete stranger.
Her son's disposition was the complete opposite of the late Emperor's. He was the Emperor, ruler of all, yet he was willing to have only one woman.
When she had first entered the palace and stood by the late Emperor's side, she too had dreamed. 'With my beauty, why can't I monopolize his favor?'
But the late Emperor was not her son. He was a womanizer, his affections fickle, and the beauties in the Imperial Palace were beyond count.
There are countless men in this world. Even her own father, who was merely an Assistant Governor at the time, still had concubines.
And yet, her son was willing to forsake all the beauties in the world to exclusively dote on one Imperial Concubine.
"You're still young. When you're older..."
