Cake (1)

After 10 minutes, Feng Yang recovered slightly, but her lips were still a little pale and she was exhausted.

"I'm fine." Feng Yang leaned back in her chair and smiled gently at Gu Yanfei. She patted the back of her hand.

Gu Yanfei continued to press Feng Yang's acupuncture points for a while before letting go. She smiled and said, "Your Highness, let's have porridge tonight. It's easy to digest."

The palace maid and Ruo Su nodded repeatedly at the side, planning to get the imperial kitchen to send a few more porridge and side dishes.

The eldest palace maid hurriedly went out to pass the food. Just as she left, a middle-aged eunuch of medium height walked in from outside the hall. He bowed and reported, "Your Highness, Princess Consort Kang, Princess Consort Jing, Princess Consort Yi, and Princess Consort Jian have come to greet Your Highness."