After eleven sips, the bowl of medicinal soup was finally finished. Dugu Mingyue’s eyes fluttered shut, her face twisted in bitterness.
The Empress, standing nearby, could smell the sharp, pungent odor of the medicine—a concoction of many potent herbs. She frowned.
"Your Ladyship, why don't you have a piece of candy?" Qinger pouted, her face full of distress.
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