C143 Princess Leave

That one cubic centimeter space could be used to grind and grumble, but it was still possible to put down such a small pill.

Noble Consort Ann retched, wanting to spit out the pill.

Having alarmed the palace maids outside, one of the palace maids asked, "Is the Empress feeling unwell?"

Cen Zhi shrunk back onto the bed and held the hairpin against her from behind. "Let your palace maid come in