Ning Yue took a deep breath. When she looked at the refugees, she had already changed to a gentle smile. Actually, the refugees had just been used, so she didn't argue with them.
"Your Highness, no matter if it's work or food, we don't want it anymore. No more!" As they spoke, the refugees trembled and were about to get up and kneel.
The change just now made them even more afraid.
They did not want to be sent to the palace. They just wanted to live well.
Ning Yue waved her hand. "Everyone, don't panic. I just can't bear to see you being used. I sympathize with your encounter."
With that, Ning Yue glanced at the refugees. "You heard it just now. Prince Jin really can't help so many refugees in the world, but since you're already here, I can't bear not to help you."
"This time, I'll pawn the dowry my uncle gave me. I'll give you as much as I can." Ning Yue sighed.
