"Nán Wǎnyān, you made the Empress Dowager force us to consummate our marriage with a bowl of soup. Now I have done as you wished, and am satisfied, hmm!",Nán Wǎnyān's memories intertwined with the pain, intensifying until it was almost unbearable. As her consciousness began to fade, she heard a man sneer and utter his final words: —,A little girl of three or four stood outside the high wall of Wing King's Palace, looking up at another little girl lying on top of the wall and whispering, "Almost there! Come on, Xiao Baozi!"。