"Nan Wan Yan, you had the Empress Dowager force us to consummate our marriage with this soup. Now, I am as you wish, satisfied, hmm!",Air rushed back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She retched, spewing a pool of blood, then slumped against the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath.,A little girl of three or four stood outside the high walls of Yiwangfu, looking up at another little girl lying on top of the wall and whispering, “Almost there! Come on, Xiao Baozi!”。