"Little Yan Yu, are you all right?"
Once everything was suppressed and collected into the Jade Tower, the Empress Dowager finally turned her gaze to Yan Yu.
Her toes lightly touched the ground, her steps graceful, with each movement like moonlight gently flowing through space, exuding an indescribable elegance and charm.
"Empress Dowager..."
"Don't move, you've got something dirty on you."
The Empress Dowager raised her hand to stop Yan Yu from bowing, her phoenix eyes falling upon her.
Yan Yu's upper robes were torn and ragged, her fair skin tainted with Death Qi, clinging to her like crawling insects, startling to behold.
"Empress Dowager, Yan Yu will be all right, won't she?"
Beside the Empress Dowager, a girl as delicate as a porcelain doll looked on with bright, worried eyes.
At this moment, Yan Yu's aura was extremely weak and unstable, with a risk of collapse.
"Let me try."
The Empress Dowager could not help but show a troubled expression.
