After the Palace Lord fell, she was carried back to her palace by Ling Yin and another disciple.
Ling Yin brought her hot water and she carefully washed every strand of hair three times.
It was too embarrassing.
This was the first time she had met her daughter-in-law, and she had ruined her image as an elegant mother-in-law.
She would not be able to survive in the future…
After dressing up, she held her waist which had been sprained again, and walked out with a pained expression.
"My waist won't recover… Hiss… I've practiced martial arts for so many years, but my waist hasn't been sprained… Recently, it's really getting sprained one incident after another…"
"Palace Lord!"
Ling Yin carried a bowl of steaming ginger soup over.
The Palace Lord immediately straightened her back.
Ling Yin said, "Palace Lord, have a bowl of ginger soup first!"
The Palace Lord waved her hand. "I won't drink it. Take it away."
"Oh."
