At the same time, in the royal family.
Song Zhiyun looked at his own face in the mirror with a dark gaze.
It had been so long, but the wound that should have healed long ago showed no signs of improvement. The overlapping wounds were red and swollen, and yellow and white pus flowed out from time to time. It was disgusting!
With a loud bang, song Zhiyun picked up something and threw it at the mirror!
The cracked mirror reflected her face, which was also in pieces, making song Zhiyun loathe his current appearance even more.
The second Princess Consort had clearly said that these were the best medicines, so why were they still not effective?
"I want to see the second Princess Consort!"
Song Zhiyun looked at his attendant, who was standing at the side, not daring to even breathe, and spoke in a dark voice.
"I ... I'll go immediately ..."
The attendant shuddered in his heart and wished he could stay away from this second miss of the song family!
