Nán Wǎnyān, her memories merging with the pain, felt it intensifying. As consciousness slipped away, she heard a man's cold laugh and his final words:,Seeing her spitting blood, the servants became even more panicked. “Your Highness, what’s wrong with you Quickly summon a physician!”,Two little girls looked exactly alike. The little girl on the wall had her hair in a bun and clung tightly to the wall. The little girl with two braids at the bottom of the wall, with tears in her voice, replied, "Sister, I, I'm afraid..."。