The Emperor's anger slowly subsided, and in silence, he remembered that her monthly silver was only ten taels, and she still had to support herself and her two servants. She did not have the silver to buy jewelry, so every day, she either wore silk flowers made by herself or flowers picked from who knows where. If she hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten about it altogether.
He had only arranged for someone to provide her daily with ingredients from his private fund, and had not given her anything else. It was tough for her, staying silent about her struggles until now, when she had received a hairpin but rather than keeping it, she wanted to sell it to cover her daily expenses.
Which woman doesn't cherish beauty? It wasn't that she was thoughtless, but perhaps she faced difficulties. Let it be, then.
Seeing His Majesty silent, the atmosphere became somewhat oppressive, and Lian Hua's eyes began to mist over as she quietly turned her head away and held back her feelings.
