Nán Wǎn Yān was so tossed about that her eyes sparkled with gold stars. Right here, in her mind, many unfamiliar memories suddenly appeared—,Air flowed back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She coughed up a large pool of blood, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she lay half-propped against the edge of the bathtub.,Nán Wǎnyān reached out to touch her own face, but Gù Móhàn's personal guard stepped forward and said coldly, "The King has decreed! The Crown Princess is full of evil deeds, so she is given a bowl of cold child-rejection soup. From today onwards, she will be confined to the Cold Courtyard, regardless of life or death!"。