C575 Panic-stricken

After speaking, Xi Ruo turned and stepped into the palace.

At this time, Rong Yu was wearing a green robe and sitting in the center seat. Her long and narrow eyelashes drooped slightly, and her hair flew down in a torrent of ink.

"What, getting dizzy from all the commotion caused by them?" The corner of Xiruo's lips curled up, her tone carrying a hint of ridicule.

Rong Yu looked up