On an ordinary morning in March of the fifth year of Qingli, the fourteen-year-old Gao Yihan was awakened by a strong abdominal pain. She covered her abdomen and felt a warm current flowing down from her abdomen. She struggled to open the curtains, and the cold spring light broke into the young girl's bright yellow couch, shining a bright red.
The girl let out a low cry of surprise, and after realizing something, she hurriedly covered her mouth.
Gao Yihan stared blankly at the red circle, which seemed to be expanding. The pain in her abdomen intensified. Even if the pain was so severe, the pain in her eyes could not compare with the coldness.
The door of the room was pushed open. It was Yang Liu, the palace servant sent by the queen to take care of her. At the age of eighteen, she was already an old man in the palace.
Gao Yihan pulled her sleeve, his rabbit-like aggrieved eyes brought some pleading and said, "Sister, can you not tell the Queen about this?"
Yang Liu turned around and held her hand, and said with a smile: "How can this be done? It's your first time to take good care of yourself, and ask the imperial doctor to take your pulse and prescribe some good medicine. Your Majesty will definitely be happy if you know it!" When he left, he didn't forget to close the door to prevent the girl inside from being exposed to the wind.
Yes, the empress will definitely be happy, Gao Yihan has finally grown into a usable weapon.
Intention: Pursue yourself, follow your heart, destiny is always a combination of circumstances