Looking at Zhao Huiying, Bu Yunqing laughed heartily. "Hahaha, every dog has its day. The ancients are so right. Zhao Huiying, you never dreamed that you would fall to this state, did you?"

Half of the bowl of black medicine was poured down Zhao Huiying's throat, and the rest was sprinkled on the clothes in front of her chest, making her in a sorry state.

The two palace maids released their hands. However, instead of struggling, Zhao Huiying lowered her head, ...