Seeing the young lady's red-rimmed eyes as she bit her lower lip, obviously overwrought with emotion, Shen Qing couldn't help but smile. She reached out and gently patted Sima Yu's hands, which were clasped on her knees, and said softly, "I have your answer.
In my opinion, you're more of a true member of the Imperial Family than many of the Sima Family's princes and imperial grandsons."
But Sima Yu shook her head, her voice hoarse. "My Lady, you give me far too much credit. To this day, I have done nothing for the people. I have only taken, never given. Someone like me... I'm not even worthy of calling myself a member of the Imperial Family.
I've even... I've even felt deeply ashamed. Though I knew how powerless I am, seeing all the refugees on our journey, I couldn't stop myself from thinking: What can I do for them? I should... I should be doing something for them..."
