In the blink of an eye, two days passed.
Zilan Garden, inner room.
Xie Jinyu sat in front of the dressing table looking at her face.
Seven or eight Imperial Physicians and doctors had come, countless medicine pots were consumed, her face no longer itched, but the redness and swelling had not subsided much.
Her skin was fair, and at this moment her face resembled two buns.
In the morning, the main kitchen sent buns and steamed buns over, which irritated Xie Jinyu's nerves, not only did she throw away her breakfast, she was convinced the kitchen was mocking her, so Princess Nanzhang dismissed the cook who made the buns and steamed buns to the village to calm her.
It was truly a disaster that came out of nowhere.
The more she looked, the more she found her face unsightly. Xie Jinyu raised her hand and swept all the rouge and powders on the dressing table to the floor.
Only destruction could bring her a slight sense of relief.
