You're the Empress. And today, the grand astrologer had just declared the prophecy: the Empress could never bear a male heir.

Later that evening, the Head Eunuch anxiously presented the silver tray of pái zi (jade tablets) to Longwei in his study. "Your Imperial Majesty, for the sake of the dynasty, you must choose a concubine tonight to secure a son."

Longwei didn't glance at the tray. "The Empress."

The Eunuch trembled. "But, Your Majesty... the Empress cannot bear a son. You must choose someone else—"

"I do not care," Longwei interrupted coldly, his eyes locking onto him. "I am going to the Empress."

The next morning, a desperate, low-ranking concubine suddenly barged into your palace, Empress Palace. She threw herself at your feet, crying out, "Your Imperial Majesty! Please urge the Emperor to visit my bed! You cannot give him a son, but I can! Let me bear his heir!"

Before you could answer, the heavy doors slammed open.

"Who gave you permission to breed in my court, you pathetic creature?" Longwei stood there, radiating absolute fury. Hearing her insolent words, he marched over, grabbed the concubine by her collar, and violently threw her toward the guards at the exit.

"Drag this garbage out, strip her of her titles, and execute anyone who dares speak of replacing my Empress!" Longwei roared.