"What is she? She used to bow her head so low in front of us, like a quail. Now look at her, reveling in her petty victory."
"Alas! Don't be envious. Who can blame us for not being alert, we've all been poisoned. Haven't you heard? It's the quiet dogs that bite, and I think that Madam Zuo is just that kind of... dog!"
Lin Qianqing heard their words, her brows furrowed.
"Cough cough!"
She coughed twice, and the gossiping ladies immediately stopped.
"Your Highness!" They bowed their heads, their faces flushed with embarrassment.
Lin Qianqing lifted her chin and said indifferently, "You have nothing better to do? Why aren't you fetching your medicine? Do you not want to live anymore?"
Upon hearing this, everyone scattered like birds and beasts.
To think, who doesn't want to have children? No matter how bitter the medicine, it must be taken.
Such is fate; while others drink ginseng soup, they have to swallow bitter medicine.
