Cining Palace.
Empress Dowager Wang looked at the old woman before her with incredulity. It took quite a while before she blurted out: "Imperial Concubine, how have you aged to this extent? You look older than I do, as though you're seventy years old."
The Princess Consort Ji in front of her was dry and thin, with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles, devoid of any vitality. She was a completely different person compared to a few months ago.
Empress Dowager Wang knew well the suffering the Princess Consort Ji and her son had endured in the past few months. With the death of Minister Ning of the fallen Xia Dynasty and the fall of Xia Houzhe, there was no longer any medicine to alleviate the accompanying poisonous insect affecting the Princess Consort Ji and her son. When it acted up, it was truly life-threatening.
At the time, just hearing about it made her skin crawl. But seeing the Princess Consort Ji now, indeed, her plight was undeniable.
