Little Yu's suffering
One of Xiang Yu's jobs in the brothel was fetching buckets and buckets of water for the women. His tiny hands would be frozen stiff in winter his palms calloused as he pulled up the tight rope.
It was a good thing this well had a pulley system to draw water making it much easier. It was times like these that he missed his powers as the venerable demon king. He approached the well, his movements graceful and natural. He began drawing water, his expression focused.
Yi Nuo glanced back watching her highness drawing water from the well with no complaint. She couldn't help but admire her unexpected practicality and independence. It was clear that beneath her regal exterior, there was a strength and resilience that commanded respect.