Her Majesty ascended the throne at the age of nine. Gifted, sharp-witted, benevolent, and unflappable, she seemed to possess divine aid. There was only one issue: she would occasionally burst into sudden, inexplicable laughter or fits of rage, talking to herself. The ministers whispered amongst themselves, fearing an affliction of the mind. But Her Majesty was a good emperor, so no one ever spoke of this.
Until the Lantern Festival that year, when the twelve-year-old youngest daughter of the Duke of Ying, Luo Qionghua, entered the palace for a banquet. Beneath the ornate lanterns, she encountered Her Majesty and blurted out with childlike innocence: “Are you that sick-in-the-head Emperor?”
Fu Ping’an: “…Say that again?”
At that moment, the livestream danmaku(bullet curtain) read:
【Hahahaha sick in the head】
【Haha little Emperor she’s insulting you, hurry and drag her away】
【You guys are too cruel, she’s such a delicate beauty】
【Can we add her to the harem, little Emperor?】
As if she’d ever add such an obviously bratty little girl to her harem.
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Later, the Grand Tutor spoke to her with earnest weight, citing threats of meddling consort clans, southern barbarian unrest, and fierce Rong Di nomads. To stabilize the court and the realm, she advised, it was best to appoint an Empress.
“The daughter of the Duke of Ying is a fine choice. I hear she is a great beauty.”
Fu Ping’an: “…”
On their wedding night, when she lifted the bridal veil, the danmaku read:
【So this is Empress Luo. The histories say it was because of her that the Prince Regent rebelled.】
Fu Ping’an: Utter disbelief. Deeply shaken.
Later, as feelings grew, Fu Ping’an could never quite set her mind at ease. One day, unable to resist, she asked the Empress:
“The Prince Regent is valiant and mighty; I fear I fall short in comparison?”
The Empress smiled charmingly: “The Prince Regent is indeed valiant and mighty. But I, your humble consort, happen to prefer beauties.”
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