In my second year as empress, I fell ill and was left barren. From then on, I could no longer bear children.
The emperor turned his favor to Consort Zhen and spent ten years doting on her through seven pregnancies.
Then the imperial physician knelt before the emperor and said Consort Zhen did not have long to live.
The moment I fell ill in this life, I already knew the day Consort Zhen would die.
After all, in my previous life, the one who died was me.