Under Nanny Zhang's expectant gaze, Hua Manman walked into the room.
The doors and windows were shut tight. The room was dim, stuffy, and hot.
Princess Rouwan sat on the bed, her face pale and her lips drained of all color.
She was clutching a man's garment, her eyes were dull, and her entire being was shrouded in a deathly stillness.
If not for the occasional blink of her eyelashes, one would have mistaken her for a corpse.
Hua Manman walked over slowly. "Mother, are you feeling any better?"
Princess Rouwan didn't even spare her a glance, replying icily.
"I am not your mother."
Hua Manman obligingly changed her form of address. "Commandery Princess, even if you are upset, you shouldn't take it out on your own body."
Princess Rouwan finally deigned to look at her.
But her tone remained just as cold.
"What right do you have to lecture me? Get out."
Hua Manman wasn't the least bit angry. Instead, she smiled. "Alright."
She turned and left without another word.
