C567 Yue Was the Secret Messenger!

In the candlelight, Consort Xian's cheeks, untouched by rouge, appeared increasingly pale. Her thinness made her cheekbones more pronounced, and her strength waned with each passing day. A persistent ache in her chest tormented her.

"Is that so..." Consort Xian had little appetite for the meal on the table, but she still picked at it. Finding nothing of interest