Shen Yunxi clutched the edge of the table tightly, her body hunched over, unable to speak.
The chicken bone held in her hand fell to the ground.
She gradually knelt down, the intense poison in her body causing her to convulse violently.
She slowly curled up into a ball, as if shrinking into a little old lady.
Time passed by.
On this summer dusk, in the dim, damp Cold Palace, under the watchful eyes of Shen Yinning, she slowly lost her vital signs.
Outside the hall, the flattering voice of an old nanny suddenly came through: "Oh, isn't this Lord Duke? What brings you here?"
Haitang glanced out the window and whispered, "Commandery Princess, it's Shen Xinghan."
Shen Yinning raised an eyebrow.
She didn't think Shen Xinghan would kindly bring food for Shen Yunxi.
After she and Haitang hid behind the curtains, it wasn't long before Shen Xinghan came in carrying a food box.
Shen Xinghan glanced at the mess on the table, and his gaze finally settled on Shen Yunxi.
