Nannan Yanye was left dizzy from his torment, her eyes shimmering with gold stars. Right here, in this very moment, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into her mind.,Air was forced back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She coughed up a large pool of blood, her face pale and strained as she half-slumped against the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath.,Nán Wǎnyān reached out to touch her own face, but Gù Mòhàn's attendant walked over and said coldly, "The king has ordered! The princess has committed countless sins, so she is bestowed with a bowl of the abortion potion. From today onwards, she will be confined to the cold courtyard, regardless of life or death!"。