author:匿名
state:serializing
brief introduction:
"Nán Wǎnyān, you made the Empress Dowager force us to consummate our marriage with a bowl of soup. Now I have done as you wished, and am satisfied, hmm!",After dressing himself, he turned away without a backward glance and left. "What bad luck!",Air was forced back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She coughed up a large pool of blood, her face pale and strained as she half-slumped against the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath.。