Liu Yao - Personal Information

Personal Information

  • Father
    • Liu Lü (劉綠), posthumously honored as Emperor Xuancheng
  • Mother
    • Lady Hu (killed by Jin Zhun 318), posthumoustly honored as Empress Dowager Xuanming
  • Wives
    • Princess Bu, mother of Prince Yin, posthumously honored as Empress Yuandao
    • Empress Yang Xianrong, mother of Princes Xī, Xí, and Chan (created 319, d. 322)
    • Empress Liu (created 325, d. 326)
    • Empress Liu Fang (created 326)
  • Major Concubines
    • Consort Jin, daughter of Jin Kang (靳康) the cousin of Jin Zhun
  • Children
    • Liu Jian (劉儉), the Prince of Linhai
    • Liu Yin (劉胤), initially the Heir Apparent to Prince of Qin, later the Prince of Yong'an (created 323), later the Prince of Nanyang (created 325, killed by Later Zhao 329)
    • Liu Xī (劉熙, note different tone than his brother), the Crown Prince (created 319, killed by Later Zhao 329)
    • Liu Xí (劉襲, note different tone than his brother), the Prince of Changle (created 319)
    • Liu Chan (劉闡), the Prince of Taiyuan (created 319)
    • Liu Chong (劉沖), the Prince of Huai'nan (created 319)
    • Liu Chang (劉敞), the Prince of Qi (created 319)
    • Liu Gao (劉高), the Prince of Lu (created 319)
    • Liu Hui (劉徽), the Prince of Chu (created 319)
    • A daughter who later became Later Zhao emperor Shi Hu's empress (b. 318)

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