The Job Of An Imperial Concubine

119: extra 2: the emperor

Feng Jin's imperial father taught him very little, but he learned many lessons from him.

The Son of Heaven was the child loved by heaven. Since childhood, Feng Jin knew that his imperial father and imperial mother did not share a good relationship. His imperial father was a man more concerned about love than the country; his imperial mother placed more importance on the country than on feelings.

As a crown prince whom neither his father nor mother loved, he was sometimes less important than those favored imperial princes. He endured it when his arrogant and unbridled younger brother shoved him into a lotus pond, then later on, let the whole court learn of the latter's muddle-headedness. He could watch. Watch every step Miss Wei made as she dug her own grave, at just how she courted disaster. He could listen to his imperial father say words of discontent toward himself. When he learned that his imperial father was on his deathbed, as Feng Jin looked at the other party's remorseful gaze, he found the situation matchless in hilarity.

Since he had performed those actions back then, there was no point in regretting them. In Feng Jin's opinion, this so-called remorse was even more of a joke. The whole Jiuzhou Country had belonged to his imperial father; he had the power to do whatever he desired. He, who was leaving the world like smoke, was merely testing him. But Feng Jin had never placed his imperial father's actions to heart, and thus, his heart was not broken.

If one wanted something, one must pay with something else. Since young, Feng Jin had known this. His imperial mother obtained the position of empress dowager, yet lost her ability to love her son like a mother; his imperial father obtained beautiful women, yet lost the ability to distinguish between right and wrong. Feng Jin's imperial father was a failure of a man, and also a failure of an emperor. Ever since he was young, Feng Jin knew that if he ever ascended the throne, he must not be like his father.

Once his imperial father had left the world, as the crown prince, Feng Jin ascended the throne, his ascension proper and to be expected as a matter of course. He seized control of the military, seized control of the government, and seized control of the life and death of the harem's women. Feng Jin had countless women. Those he found interesting would be favored more; those he found dull would get the cold shoulder. In his opinion, women were merely playthings. He would not be like his imperial father, giving his whole heart to a certain woman.

The women of the harem had hearts that were ever changing. He did not need to know their thoughts. He simply wanted to see them curry favor with him. He and these women were merely taking what they needed from each other. As long as that happened, then all was good.

But later on, there in fact was a certain woman who foolishly gave her heart to him, sincere in her affections. He could give her many things. But not the thing she desired.

As she was giving birth, Feng Jin stood outside the door. All of a sudden, a thought sprang up in his mind: If this woman passed away, would the harem grow tedious? After all, the women of the imperial harem were all a similar sort. And this one woman was somewhat different from the rest.

Afterward, she gave birth to the child safe and sound, mother and son in good condition. And he felt a wave of relief wash over him. It was probably because the harem finally had an interesting woman.

She gave birth to his favorite child. Said child did not resemble Feng Jin's imperial father or Feng Jin himself. However, this child made him very satisfied. And he thought, Perhaps this child would be an even more suitable emperor in the future.

"Your Majesty, Consort Xian has fallen gravely ill."

When Feng Jin heard these words, he let out a sigh. He had once regarded her with importance, yet for some reason later on, he strangely no longer liked her. Perhaps it was because this woman wanted something he was unwilling to give, causing him to spurn her.