That afternoon, Chu Qianli received a message.
The Emperor intended to select a consort for Prince Yexuan.
It took a while for Chu Qianli to come to her senses when she heard the news from the voice recorder delivered by Fu Long.
In fact, she didn't even know what she was thinking.
It was as if, for a moment, her brain went completely blank.
He was going to choose a consort, wasn't that a perfectly normal thing?
He was the son the Emperor currently favored most, and very likely the future successor to the throne.
Even for Chu Huaiyu, the Emperor might not be entirely satisfied.
So, selecting a better consort for him, perhaps a princess from a neighboring country or someone alike, would be beneficial for him.
Such foreseeable matters didn't warrant her attention or energy.
One extra second spent on it would be a waste of time.
And yet, she seemed to have spent an unknown amount of time daydreaming.
"Miss Li…"