The Peerless Consort

"Ah…" Nán Wǎnyān subconsciously cried out in pain, blood flowing straight from her forehead, the man behind her roared with fury—,"Nan Wan Yan, you had the Empress Dowager force us to consummate our marriage with a bowl of soup. Now, I am satisfied as you wished, hmm!",Air rushed back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She gasped, coughing up a large amount of blood, and half-reclined against the edge of the bathtub, breathing heavily.。