“Mother, when Prince Ren becomes the Emperor, do you think it's possible that I will become the Empress?” Du Kexin was in Zhong Meiqing's room, sitting on a chair happily, her face filled with yearning.

“Of course. You have to work hard to seize the opportunity so that he will make you the Empress.” Zhong Meiqing was lying on a royal chair, Xiao Cui behind her, massaging her shoulders.

“Mm, I will definitely hold Prince Ren's heart firmly in my hands.” Du Kexin said.

“Heart? No, not the heart. A man's heart is the most unreliable.” Zhong Meiqing said, “You have to hold his other things firmly, such as...... power.”