"Your leading us to where we are today was already something we would never have dared dream of. To sacrifice ourselves for such a great cause would undoubtedly be the finest expression of our lives' worth."
Hearing Luo Qianrou's heartfelt declaration, Leng Xiyue found herself somewhat at a loss for words, because she felt she had not done much. Her entire journey of growth had been like playing a game: once she was strong enough, she simply went with the flow and did things. Even ascending the throne had involved little deliberation; someone urged her on, and she agreed. Yet she had not realized what an impact this had made on everyone gathered beneath her banner.
Looking at things from the perspective of Luo Qianrou and the others from back then would quickly make it clear. They had once been nothing more than slaves abandoned by their families, or without families at all, suffering exploitation at the hands of a cruel world. Their standing in Heaven Dou was worse than that of mules and horses, and they had only been abducted and sold because they were pretty. Otherwise, they would not even have qualified for trafficking and would have been dumped straight into the mines to dig as slaves.
Even after being rescued, without Leng Xiyue's help along the way, they would merely have returned to the life of the Donkey-Horse Kneeling Clan. More likely still, they would have been sold off by another group of people. Leng Xiyue, however, had given them security and a platform on which to realize their worth, allowing them to have decent jobs and promising futures.
And now, Luo Qianrou's standing in Heaven Dou City could already be called top-tier. As Leng Xiyue's appointed special envoy, she had every right to seek an audience