The Imperial Concubine Shu had not slept yet and was still throwing a tantrum.
"Useless! I ask you to find out what illness the Emperor has, and you can't even discover that?" The Imperial Concubine Shu angrily smashed the cup she held in her hand in front of the palace attendant kneeling on the ground, her expression twisted with fury.
The palace attendant on the ground trembled, but no one dared to speak up.
"Get out, all of you, get out of my sight." The Imperial Concubine Shu shouted angrily.
The attendants hurriedly crawled away while still on their knees.
Liu Yin poured a cup of water for the Imperial Concubine Shu and carefully comforted her: "My lady, you are pregnant with the dragon child; don't lower yourself to argue with them."
Only then did the Imperial Concubine Shu come to her senses and touched her belly, her gaze gloomy: "Yes, I am carrying the Emperor's child, and he will be the future Crown Prince. Nothing must go wrong."
