After Princess Sara returned to the palace, the chief physician of the palace, Chake, personally took the nurse for her a full-body physical examination.
Finally, Chake came up to the queen and bowed. "Your Majesty, don't worry. Princess Sara has been worried for a long time, so she can't eat or drink. She's weak, so she'll recover after a short rest."
"Really? Thank you, God." The queen dropped her eyes. "Thank God for not letting me lose impermanent."
"Your Majesty, you should also pay attention to your health." Dr. Chake looked at the queen's hair that had turned completely white these days.
"No, I won't fall down until I deal with these people." The queen's old face was full of firmness and cruelty. She hated the people who had turned the palace upside down over the past few months very much. She couldn't wait to send them to the ancient torture tool and guillotine as soon as possible, especially the woman who pretended to be Sara to torture her.