Not long after, Consort Rong became pregnant, and the entire palace was filled with joy. Xiao Changyan’s affection for Consort Rong was evident as he accompanied her every day, showering her with precious gifts, his eyes full of tenderness and care. The news of Consort Rong’s pregnancy spread quickly throughout the palace, and everyone celebrated the new life. Jiang Ruoli stood by, her heart filled with complex emotions. She had prepared nourishing soup, hoping to share her own good news with the Emperor—she was also expecting, carrying his child. She hoped that the Emperor might show her a bit of concern, and perhaps, over time, he would begin to feel the depth of her love for him. However, as she entered the study, she overheard Consort Rong’s delicate voice: “Your Majesty, I am with child.”
Jiang Ruoli’s heart sank. She stopped in her tracks, almost dropping the spoon in her hand. Xiao Changyan immediately stepped forward, his eyes full of tenderness as he asked, “Is it true?” Consort Rong shyly nodded, and Xiao Changyan reached out to gently touch her abdomen, his face filled with unmasked joy. In that moment, Jiang Ruoli felt as though her heart had been ripped apart. Her fingers weakly gripped the bowl of soup, which scalded her hands, but she felt no pain. She had come to share her own happiness, only to realize that her joy meant nothing in his eyes. Silently, she turned and left, tears silently sliding down her cheeks. She had never told him about their child. That child, who belonged to both of them, would forever remain a secret just for her.