When happy, she is treated as a daughter; when unhappy, she becomes a punching bag for venting.
Not to mention the present, unable to eat well or sleep well, completely worthless.
She can't even stand upright.
All of this is because of her!!!
Enough, truly enough.
She no longer wants to see her mother's arrogant and malicious face.
Besides.
Wasn't Mother Consort always complaining why she isn't a Prince?
She wanted a Prince, didn't she? She must be disappointed in her!
So... why should she even go?
Consort Zheng smiled faintly.
"Don't force yourself; if you don't want to go, then don't go!"
Saying this, she expressed some concerns before getting up.
"Alright, Mother Consort just came to see you!"
"As long as you are well!"
"You don't have to force yourself with painting or anything!"
"You are Princess; in the future, even if you leave the boudoir, you will still be a high-up Madam!"
"With your father, the Emperor, no one will bully you!" and no one will mock you.
