A string of bead necklaces, how many can there be? If it's prayer beads, then one hundred and eight beads. Song Ci wouldn't carry them every day. In fact, if Qing Ming didn't actively fasten them for her, she might not have taken them herself to play with, because she thought they were fake, costing ten yuan a strand.
In the end, there was a real reason for the disdain. Look, if it weren't for disdain, she might be lying in bed waiting to die now?
The heroine halo, utterly impressive.
"Lady, your body has always been meticulously cared for, and when such filthy things approach, it's akin to letting innumerable... innumerable viruses invade your body. It truly is like a mountain collapsing, so severe illness is inevitable."
Just like someone who stays in a sterile room for years; once exposed, they experience all sorts of discomfort, and Empress Dowager Wang is in that situation.
