Everyone has their own taboos, their own reverse scales.
Since childhood, this illness has been a thorn in Zhang Ziling's heart. She dislikes people treating her as a patient, even more so having a crowd of people around her trying to diagnose her.
Even if she were to die tomorrow, she doesn't want to be pitied by these people, treating her like some kind of spectacle.
She and Li Jinxuan returned to the palace, smashing all the vases and books in the study to the ground, then lay on the table and wept grievously, "I even considered him a friend, yet he's just like the rest. I'm not sick, I don't need his pity!"
Li Jinxuan stood by her side, cautiously comforting her, "Princess, perhaps he truly has some solution?"
