° 'Food is indeed better than kissing.'
° After knowing that Lu Wan didn't hold any special place in his majesty's heart, Ting Zi started to exploit Lu Wan's inner demons.
° 'Hm, should I kill Miss Lu Wan or not?'
° Not used to the scheming in the palace, Consort Lu Wan was like a little lamb thrown into a tiger's den—or more precisely, into Ting Zi's den.
° Stuffing her stomach with water and food, Ting Zi looked down at her protruded belly. Satisfied, she walked towards Lu Wan's courtyard to help her with the morning routine.
° While having her hair brushed, the paranoid Lu Wan noticed every action of Ting Zi. How she would sometimes stroke her stomach, or how she would cover her mouth and run out to the lavatory.
