Everyone in the house knows that Shen Yuetan, the third daughter of the concubine of the prime minister's house, is a person who gasps for breath after taking two steps and pours out medicine jars when the wind blows. My mother-in-law has a kind face and a bitter heart, my sister-in-law is so gorgeous that she overwhelms Beijing, and my aunt below is looking at her with eager eyes. My mother was timid and cowardly, she only cried while reciting the Buddha's name. Shen Yuetan, who was dressed as the third lady, felt her pulse which was not sick and could even kill a cow, and slowly typed "?" Good news: She is not sick. Bad news: She must be sick. In this Prime Minister's Mansion, where the average person has eight hundred tricks, if she is not a harmless background, she will not survive until her death. So, Shen Yuetan started her performance conscientiously - the eldest sister showed off her newly acquired colorful feathers, and she weakly "coughed" twice, successfully stealing everyone's worried glances. Her stepsister tried to frame her at the banquet, and she became "sick" on the spot. Her face turned white and the corners of her eyes turned red, which frightened people into confusion. "Third sister's body is too weak. It's better not to come out." "Yes, yes, if we get bumped, we can't bear it." Shen Yuetan nestled in her small courtyard with a peace of mind, eating melon seeds and listening to the show, and by the way, she trained her cowardly mother to become a level 10 house fighting player. Life was not pleasant until Prince Jing, who was rumored to be decisive and cold-hearted, ran to her courtyard every day after an "accidental encounter". "Your illness is just faking." He said firmly. Shen Yue was possessed by Tan Tan, covering her heart and fell into his arms, her voice like a gossamer: "Your Majesty... I, I can't do it anymore..." Prince Jing:
