C50 Cold Palace Persuasion

The hem of her skirt curled on the ground as Yun Zhiyu slowly bowed. Other than her tattered clothes, she still had her usual elegant and dignified appearance.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Please take care of yourself."

The door to the dormitory opened again after more than two hours. Her clothes were tattered, but her expression was exceptionally calm. Lianye, who was guarding the door