Concubine Xian's heart was trembling with regret.
Only after she vented her anger did the palace maids dare to clean up the room.
Fu Liu brought her some tea, and tried to comfort her delicately: "Your Highness, his Majesty's temper is always like this. There were occurrences like this when we used to serve in his bedchamber often. Once his temper subsides, he will naturally return."
"Really?"
Concubine Xian lifted her face.
Her eyes were somewhat swollen from crying, her cheeks stained with tear marks, and her face puffy.
Her hair was also disordered, exposing strands of white hair.
Fu Liu assisted her in sitting on the edge of the bed and said softly: "You also said this, our emperor is not a cold and unfeeling man. He would naturally come to visit the concubines who have sons or daughters in the harem. Besides, your family is also supporting you."
Concubine Xian calmed down, feeling that the maid had a point.