He eyed the woman in the pool, no longer struggling, with cold disdain, a thin smile curving his lips.,Air flowed back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She retched up a large pool of blood, then half-collapsed by the edge of the bathtub, breathing heavily.,Seeing her spitting blood, the servants became even more anxious. “Your Highness, what’s wrong with you Quickly call for a doctor!”。