"Today, you must consummate your marriage with the smoke!",Nán Wǎnyān's memories merged with the pain, intensifying it. As her consciousness began to fade, she heard the man sneer and utter his final words:,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!"。