Nán Wǎn Yān's memories fused, the pain intensifying. Just as her consciousness was about to dissipate, she heard the man sneer and utter his final words:,Seeing her spitting blood, the servants became even more anxious. “Your Highness, what’s wrong with you Quickly call for a doctor!”,A little girl of three or four years old stood outside the high wall of Yiwangfu, looking up at another little girl who was lying on her stomach at the top of the wall. She whispered, “Almost there! Little Baozi, come on!”。