"Your Highness, Princess! How could they let you come here? It's dangerous, you must go back!" Qingmei approached inside the cell.
But after taking only two steps, she retreated.
She shook her head repeatedly, "Princess, don't come over. I'm afraid I am not in a good condition."
Two Asura Envoys watched Bai Zhi'er from a distance to prevent her from approaching the cell.
Bai Zhi'er looked at Qingmei, whose face was clean in the morning but now appeared somewhat ashen and haggard.
She didn't know if Qingmei had cried, but her eyes were red.
"Sister Qingmei, are you feeling uncomfortable now? Don't worry, you'll be fine!" Bai Zhi'er softly comforted her.
Qingmei, however, gave a bitter smile, "Thank you, Princess. I'm not afraid, as long as you are safe."
"Before I left the palace this morning, I asked the dining room to prepare milk cake. It must be ready by now, please go back and enjoy it, Princess."
