Summary
The emperor had been on the throne for five years and still hadn’t managed to father a single child.
Furious, the empress dowager ordered beautiful women from across the realm brought into the palace to expand his harem.
My sister and I were among them.
On the day of the final selection, I knelt trembling on the floor. With no accomplishments to speak of, all I dared say was, “I have no particular talents, Your Majesty. I’m simply rather lucky.”
Unfortunately, the empress dowager was hard of hearing. In Chinese, good luck sounded just like luck in conceiving.
She thought I’d claimed the latter.
She made her decision on the spot: I was to be a Noble Lady.
After that, I kept rising through the ranks until I became empress dowager myself.
One of the newly arrived candidates asked me in private, “Your Majesty has been blessed with such extraordinary fortune. How did you make your way through the harem so safely, all the way to where you are today? Would you teach me?”
I smiled.