"Princess Consort, the Princess Consort is going to kill me!"
The man was sweating profusely from the pain, crying and wailing in a complaint, looking utterly disheveled.
Lin Fuying's eyes flashed with disdain as she imperceptibly stepped backward and then leaned forward slightly, asking with concern, "You can't get up?"
The man, sniffling and weeping, clutched one leg and said with difficulty, "The Princess Consort stabbed a needle into my knee. I'm in so much pain, I could die, and the Princess Consort doesn't care at all whether I live or die."
Chu Nanli snickered inwardly upon hearing these words.
He still had the energy to play the white lotus and tattle on her. It seemed the needle she stabbed wasn't deep enough last time; she should have used one needle per leg.
At that moment, Lin Fuying stood up and looked over.