Yun Ran was a bit taken aback, pointing at herself, really unwilling to accept this cruel fact:
"Why? Your Grace..."
The man slightly curled his lips, looking at her innocent little face, huh, dead girl, still daring to ask why?
The Empress Dowager glanced at Yun Ran's aggrieved little face and frowned, asking Nangong Mo, "Jiulang, why not let Yue come over? Are you mad at her for making you drink three bowls of soup?"
"It was all my idea. If you're angry, be angry with me, and don't bully Yue."
"Royal grandmother, you've misunderstood! I also wanted her to go, but..."
Nangong Mo paused slightly, looking at Yun Ran with a meaningful expression, a shallow smile on his lips, "Yue'er has a delicate constitution, the medicinal steam is heavy, and the room is stuffy and not ventilated, I really can't bear it."
Yun Ran: "???"
[Nonsense! It's all nonsense!]
[Still calling Yue'er? Could you be any more disgustingly cheesy...]
