Noble Consort Wan's eyes lit up, then her expression grew ugly, "How could it be her?"
This 'her' naturally referred to Princess Jingyin.
Princess Jingyin had been fostered in her Shaoyao Palace four years ago, and she made almond tea for her sons every day, even drinking it herself. The thought made her stretch out her own hand nervously, "I beg the gentleman to have a look for me, I am deeply grateful!"
Ji Ruyan reached out and took her pulse, then said indifferently, "Noble Consort, if you do not seek treatment, both you and the Prince will be reporting to the Netherworld within three months."
Noble Consort Wan was so scared that her face turned white, and she didn't even know how to respond.
Her heart was in turmoil, only now realizing how ruthless the woman beside her could be, young as she was, yet cold and merciless.
