"Your Majesty."

A hoarse voice echoed as Aghia turned to see Beauty Yun following behind Zhou Zhong, slowly entering the room.

Beauty Yun was dressed in plain clothes, her visage visibly aged and pallid, with a hint of sickness. Her eyes simmered with resentment, a stark contrast to her previous arrogant and domineering demeanor as a favored Beauty.

Imperial Concubine De glanced at her briefly, then withdrew her gaze in disgust, clearly losing patience ...