Empress Dowager Mo, seeing the Old Madame make things difficult for Miss Ning, quickly smoothed things over by saying, "Mother, what you say isn't right. Ancient people said: A man is like a pitcher and a woman like a cup, where is the reasoning that one pitcher should only be matched with one cup? Although The Emperor is now closely bonded with the Empress, as if they were stuck together like lacquer, that is merely because they are still newlyweds. Give it some days, and The Emperor will naturally grow weary, and moreover, if the Empress becomes pregnant in the future, one can't expect The Emperor to sleep alone in a cold bed with no one to wait upon him!"
After the Empress Dowager put it that way, Miss Ning's complexion eased a bit, but her face was still flushed, and she didn't dare to lift her head.
"Empress Dowager arrives—"
