"Ah..." Nán Wǎnyān unconsciously cried out in pain, blood streaming from her forehead. The man behind her roared with fury——,"Nan Wan Yan, you made the Empress Dowager force us to consummate our marriage with soup. Now I am as you wished, satisfied, hmm!",A little girl of three or four years old stood outside the high wall of Yiwangfu, looking up at another little girl lying on top of the wall and whispering, “Almost there! Come on, Xiaobao!”。