"Today, you must consummate your marriage with smoke!",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!"。