Ning Xueyan laid on a bed with a pink curtain. Her shoulder wound had been wrapped with gauze. It was in winter, and her clothes were thick, so nobody could find out that she had wrapped with gauze on her shoulder. The medicine was very effective, and now her wound no longer burned, but she still could not raise her arm.

A palace maid who was in charge of serving her had changed the clothes for her. This palace maid was none other than the woman who had sat beside Ao Chenyi, ...