She shouted to let her go, feeling a bit unwell, but the Palace Attendants ignored her, all watching her with schadenfreude.
Dizzily, she looked at the people in front of her, her vision slowly becoming blurred, blurred, then more blurred...
"Do you think you're the only one who can hold a knife to someone's neck?" Consort Zhao picked up the vegetable knife she had just thrown away and placed it against Jun Ning's neck defiantly, "I can do it too."
"Not only can I do it, but I can do it even better than you."
Here, "better" from Consort Zhao was not a compliment, but a veiled insult, implying she could be more excessive than Jun Ning.
But now Jun Ning could barely see Consort Zhao's face clearly, how could she have the energy to argue back?
Jun Ning rubbed her increasingly blurry eyes somewhat awkwardly, lacking any of the vitality a child her age should have.
