Jing Wu kicked Steward Qiao. "Did you hear me? Hurry up and fetch someone!"
Steward Qiao clutched his chest, scrambling and stumbling. "Yes, yes, of course!"
He led his men back toward the city, stumbling along as though the wind were beneath his feet, terrified that if he slowed even a step, Jing Wu's blade would come swinging down at him.
Xia Wanwan sat on the ground, her little brows furrowed as she surveyed her surroundings.
Although the townspeople all knew she was a princess and had knelt to beg forgiveness, perceptive as she was, she could still feel their strange looks.
It was as though they were deeply unwilling to cast aside their dignity and convictions to kneel before her.
All because she was a little girl.
In Hezhou City, little girls were stripped of even their right to survive.
How could she possibly expect these townspeople to willingly admit their wrongs to a little girl like her?
Xia Wanwan felt thoroughly disgusted, too. She simply sat on the ground without telling the townspeople to rise.
"Yuanbao, light a fire!"
She wanted to roast a fish to eat.
Yuanbao's eyes immediately lit up when he saw the little fish she had pulled out of nowhere.
With a light flick of his fingertip, a ball of Spirit Fire sprang up on the ground.
Then they skewered the fish on Jing Wu's sword, sat down on the ground, and began roasting it.
The townspeople: ...
Smelling the aroma, they could not help quietly lifting their heads and swallowing.
But why did they still have to kneel?
Did this princess really have to put on such airs?
"Princess, could you let us get up first?" a middle-aged woman asked quietly.
So many of them were kneeling, yet the Little Princess sat on