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:,Nán Wǎn Yān reached out to touch her own face, but Gù Mò Hán's personal guard stepped forward and said coldly, "The King has decreed! The Consort has committed countless evils, she is hereby bestowed with a bowl of '避子湯', and from today onwards, she will be confined to the Cold Courtyard, life or death, no concern!",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!”。