Two months after Baili Ying was found by Murong Duan after "endless efforts," she was almost falling apart.
Her face was bloodless, lips like gold leaf, and she truly seemed at the point where she needed the blood from her heart as medicine.
The madam beside her was shouting loudly.
"Spare me, Prince, I really didn't know she was the Princess Consort, otherwise..."
"Shut up!"
Murong Duan said harshly, wanting everyone present to shut their mouths, but after hesitating for a moment, he threw down a sentence and left in a hurry.
As they watched his retreating back, a phrase echoed in the minds of those present.
"She's not the Princess Consort, she's the Concubine!"
What does that mean? Concubine!?
The madam felt much more at ease.
As long as she's not the Princess Consort, that's the face of the Royal Family.
A concubine might sound nice, but isn't she just a mistress?
Baili Ying, however, felt her entire world had turned gray.
