C564 The zhao family's wealth

It was evening, and the sun was blood-red, shining down on the people's faces. Zhao Pingqing fell to the ground as soon as she returned to the Hall of Inscriptions. She couldn't stand up, and Ziyan was the one who carried her, trembling, to the chair.

Zi Yan handed a cup of Spirit Calming Tea to Zhao Pingqing, who had pale lips. "My wife, please calm down after drinking some tea