After regaining consciousness, the first sound that entered her world was the coughing of the Prince of Qing Mansion.
Cough cough cough...
One after another.
Suppressed, painful, as if trying to cough up every internal organ.
For some reason, Hong Ling suddenly thought of Wei Shu.
Equally sickly, equally tormented by coughing, both once as outstanding as precious gems, why was there such a vast difference!
She vividly remembered, during her boudoir days, overhearing something Wei Hong mentioned unintentionally.
At that time, the Empress had feigned death, Wei Shu had returned to his position as King, and he was the likely candidate for the next Crown Prince.
So many people were trying their utmost to establish relations with him, hoping to rise to power in the future.
There was a group of opportunists among them.
They had brought forward a decent family's daughter who resembled Su Luo in appearance and figure.
