“Ah…” Nán Wǎnyān instinctively cried out in pain, blood streaming from her forehead. The man behind her let out a furious growl —,"Nán Wǎnyān, you made the Empress Dowager force us to consummate our marriage with a bowl of soup. Now, this king is as you wished, satisfied, hmm",Air rushed back into Nan Wanyue's nostrils. She retched up a large pool of blood, then slumped against the edge of the bathtub, panting heavily.。