She didn't speak or make any noise, as if she were dead.
Yes, as if she were dead.
But no one noticed!
She was like floating grass without a branch to cling to, drifting with the wind, fading with the rain.
Pitiful, pitiful.
…
On Jun Ning's side, by the time she remembered the young beggar, it was already nighttime.
The entire National Guardian General Mansion was flooded, and General Qi Qin was leading people in scooping out the water. Although Jun Ning couldn't do any physical work, she wasn't idle. She sat on a very sturdy stool in the rain, rolling up her sleeves to cheer them on.
"Come on... come on..."
She kept shouting words of encouragement.
The household soldiers and house servants didn't understand what the princess meant by her cheers, but seeing her shouting with such effort and enthusiasm gave them a lot of energy to work.
Jun Ning shouted all day until her throat was smoking.
