Thousands of miles away in the Xuanyuan Kingdom's Qinghe prefecture, a discussion was happening between the commoners.
"Have you heard? His Highness cried for another night last night."
"Of course I heard about it. I even saw His Highness just now. His eyes were red. It's obvious that he was crying badly."
"His Highness must have cried because he couldn't bear to see the commoners suffer. His Highness is really a good person."
Ji Luo glared at Xuanyuan Ce, who was suffering beside her. She endured it and said disdainfully, "If you get up in the middle of the night to cry again, sleep in the study."
Xuanyuan Ce said pitifully, "Ah Luo, you're all I have. Don't leave me."
Ji Luo stayed silent.
The surroundings suddenly fell silent. Little Jiajia looked up strangely. The singing and dancing in the hall had stopped at some point, and everyone was looking at her without blinking.
