Peony Garden.
Inner room.
The maid helped Princess Nanzhang sit on the bed and handed her a large pillow to lean on.
Princess Nanzhang's face was pale, her breath like a thread.
After eating a piece of pastry, she had run to the latrine at least twenty times.
She now dared not eat anything.
Last night, she had a bowl of porridge and got up four times during the night.
She didn't sleep a wink all night.
This purgative was the strongest concocted by the Imperial Physician, enough to kill a bull, requested by Princess Shouning.
Resting against the large pillow, Princess Nanzhang's eyelids were slightly blue, and a glint of cold radiance flickered in her eyes.
The maid came in and said, "Commandery Princess, the Empress fainted from anger."
Princess Nanzhang showed no expression.
Stupid enough to poison the pastries, implicating her; if she died from anger, it would serve her right, let alone just faint.
She had never seen such stupidity!
