A thick mix of herbal and mold odors filled the air, suffocating in its intensity.
The Princess Consort Ying covered her nose and, through the dim light, saw the person lying on the bed with an expression of contempt in her eyes.
"Madam." Princess Consort Ying did not approach but stood off to one side. Nanny Mao brought her a chair, which she waved off and did not sit in: "If you have something to say, then say it quickly. I am very busy."
Princess Consort Ying's attitude was somewhat arrogant. Previously, she would not have dared, but times had changed, and she no longer needed to rely on the breath of others.
