After finishing speaking, Honored Consort Xia turned her head sideways, had two low coughs, covered her face with her handkerchief, and spoke with a little embarrassment to Ning Xueyan. "Please don't laugh at me, Consort Ning."

"You are in poor health, Your Highness?" Ning Xueyan herself was a person who had been ill for a long time. At this time, she found that the complexion of Honored Consort Xia was indeed not good, and her eyebrows and eyes were even a little ...