"Hey, don't you have a bit of backbone? Can't you handle this? Spitting blood at every turn—do you have a lot of blood or what? If you do, I don't mind helping you drain some. How long are you planning to keep vomiting like this?"
After hearing her irresponsible words, Consort Hua was almost faint with anger. Right now, she didn't even have the strength to resist, looking completely desolate.
Eventually, Zi Su, who couldn't bear it anymore, tugged at her sleeve.
"Princess, have you forgotten? She's poisoned by us, and vomiting blood is a symptom. She can't hold it back."
Murong Xue suddenly felt three dark lines descend on the back of her head. She had actually forgotten this—no wonder Consort Hua was so angry, pitiful indeed.
"What are you glaring at? Keep glaring, and I'll gouge your eyeballs out!"
