Zhu Cheng spoke with such emotion that tears flowed, and he had to lower his head, somewhat embarrassedly wiping his eyes with his sleeve.
Zhu Yu, on the other hand, listened with a calm heart, for she had no yearning for paternal affection at this point in her life. Moreover, as Princess Xiaoyao, how others treated her and whether the courtesies were proper no longer seemed significantly related to her origins.
She didn't think the Miao Family would have much anticipation or surprise about her being rightfully recognized.
Nevertheless, playing the part necessitated going all out. She stifled a yawn diligently, letting a misty film of tears gradually form in her eyes. She said to Zhu Cheng with glistening tears, "It doesn't matter to me, as long as Father no longer risks being framed and scapegoated, and as long as the people of Shuo Land can live in peace and prosperity, that would be best!"
