An Orleans stripped of nobility and wealth is no different from garbage by the roadside. But Wen Maixue wouldn't reveal her true thoughts.
Surprise appeared on her face, but it quickly faded. She said timidly, "No, this won't do, your father won't let me go, he has confiscated all my passports."
"No, it's always 'no.' Why is it that everything I want to do is not allowed," Orleans thought about last night when he was locked in the wooden cabin, while his shameless father was abusing Wen Maixue. He sat aside furious, holding his head in his hands, roaring in agony.
"Orleans, my dear," Wen Maixue sat up, cradled Orleans's head in her arms, and soothed in a low voice, "You didn't sleep well last night. Seeing you like this now truly hurts my heart. Come, I have some sleeping pills here. Take them and get some good rest."
