As for the impression Empress Dowager He left on her, it was formidable, like someone who strategized masterfully.
She isn't an evil female supporting character, and certainly not a dispensable NPC. Smack her in the face?
Ha, isn't that just asking for trouble?
But... gaining ten pounds? Oh no, please no!
She could do without "Phoenix Flying and Dancing" anyway; she never aspired to be Zhao Feiyan.
But she really doesn't want to gain ten pounds.
Her current figure is perfect, already reaching the novel's description of "an extra ounce is too fat, a little less, too thin."
Gaining ten pounds?
Zheng Nianer thinks about it and feels distressed.
Maybe, just, give it a try?
The little voice in Zheng Nianer's heart couldn't help but pop up, cautiously suggesting.
Zheng Nianer gritted her teeth: If we're going to try, let's try. It's just a little test. Could Empress Dowager He really beat me to death?
