"Ah..."
Upon hearing this, Madam Gan's face turned deathly pale.
Currently, her husband is cold to her, suspicious of her, and her only hope is that her son can become the Crown Prince and eventually inherit Prince Huai's Mansion.
But if Fengzhou is gone, will he inherit thin air?
At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside the room.
The eavesdropping maid had already left, and another person arrived, saying, "Madam, it's not good. The Prince has coughed up blood and fainted. You should go see him quickly."
...
On the other side.
In Madam Xiao's room.
Madam Xiao was taking a nap.
She lay on her side on a soft couch, wearing a light palace skirt. It was the height of summer, so she wasn't covered with a blanket. Her figure was full and inviting, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin beneath her slender neck, catching the light in such a way that it cast a moon-like shadow on the floor.
