Holy Maiden Temple.
Yingruo looked at the person kneeling before the Holy Maiden Statue, sobbing incessantly, a trace of helplessness passing through her eyes.
Qiya didn't know someone was watching her from behind; she was in sorrow.
As a princess, she had never suffered this much.
Not only did she have to kneel and worship in the Holy Maiden Temple for an hour every day, but she also had to apologize and admit her wrongs to Shi Zhou.
These past days, she had washed her face with tears every day, only hoping that this month would pass quickly.
Yingruo gazed at Qiya's back for a while, slowly shook her head, and planned to leave, to return to her own side hall.
She had just turned around when she saw Shi Zhou, with light footsteps, slowly approaching the Holy Maiden Temple.
Yingruo's expression turned slightly stern as she stepped forward and blocked her way.
Shi Zhou raised an eyebrow, "What is the Saintess implying?"
