It's usually insulting to say someone suffers from a mental illness, and the person who had stopped her earlier had said the same, but at the time, she was solely focused on stopping Rong Ying and didn't take it to heart.
A crooked beam leads to a crooked column; the people in Huaying Hall and Rong Ying were alike, all barbarians, which angered her to the point where her chest and head began to throb violently.
Noble Consort Xue took a deep breath and reminded herself to stay calm. These trivial details weren't the main issue now; the main issue was to seize the initiative and dismantle Rong Ying's schemes.
She looked at Rong Ying with an icy stare and said coldly, "The ailment I'm suffering from is merely a minor headache; it'll pass."
She glanced at Granny Gan, then toward the crowd, "What is the matter with this servant, what's all this commotion about, and why wasn't I informed?"
