"Ouch…" Nán Wǎnyān involuntarily cried out in pain, blood flowing directly from her forehead. The man behind her growled with fury——,Dressed, he turned away without a second glance, “What bad luck!”,Nan Wan yan reached out to touch her own face, but Gu Mo Han's personal guard stepped forward and said coldly: "The King has decreed! The Consort is full of evil deeds, a bowl of 'avoiding pregnancy soup' is bestowed upon her, starting today she will be confined to the cold courtyard, life or death be damned!"。