Xiaobei said, "Lady Xiumei, not everyone is like you and the Young Lady. Some people only care about themselves. Whether these refugees live or die isn't important to them, what really matters is whether they can achieve their own success."
Xiumei was so angry that she had many words of rebuke, but in the end, she swallowed them all down.
He was the sixth prince. To ordinary folks like them, he was an existence as high as the sky.
What could she change by being angry with him? Not to mention her, even her young mistress could not do anything to the likes of him.
Seeing Xiumei like this, Xiaobei was a bit heartbroken. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but he was at a loss for words, and in the end, he could only watch.
Wei Jinyi was watching Wei Ruo, and although he couldn't see her facial expression due to the Human Skin Mask, there was a clear chill in her eyes.
After a while, this chill gradually faded away.
"Let's go," Wei Ruo said.