C1177 A Skilled Actor

Lan Qingjia's face was solemn as she quietly approached the bedside. Noble Consort Rou lay there, her forehead damp with cold sweat, her lips devoid of color, and her brow furrowed in apparent agony.

Seeing this, Lan Qingjia felt a slight heaviness in her heart. Could there truly be something wrong with Noble Consort Rou? Although she had asked Noble Consort Rou to act