Becoming the Crown Princess by Strength

On the day I was made a consort, he knelt outside the palace for an entire night. “Your Highness, His Majesty has been kneeling all night. Should we let him get up?” “Does he know what he did wrong?” “His Majesty thought about it all night. He says the title Noble Consort Fu is indeed not very pleasing to the ear, but he wasn’t the one who chose it, so please spare him this once.” I gave a cold laugh. “Wrong answer. Tell him to keep kneeling.” “But it is time for morning court…” “Then he can kneel through court. The ministers are allowed to kneel, but he isn’t?” “Yes, Your Highness.” The eunuch withdrew with the utmost respect. By the time I had washed up and strolled to the front hall, he was sitting perfectly upright on the Dragon Throne, having clearly not obeyed at all. So tonight, he would just have to kneel for another night.