When Ma Yueran opened her eyes, someone was pouring something into her mouth.
Bitter. Very bitter.
She wanted to spit it out, but her mouth was pinched and she could only swallow it. A circle of people looked around, including maids, a mother-in-law, and several women in silk and satin, all of whom had wonderful expressions. Some were distressed, some were gloating, and some wished she had died on the spot.
