122 — Should I Warm You?

122 

Cynthia stood before her bedroom window, gazing at the servants rushing below, busily preparing for the annual ball held by the king to celebrate the new year. 

"Even when the country is in this state, he only cares about his parties," Cynthia snorted at the ridiculous attitude of the king. 

He didn't care about his people and it couldn't be more obvious. The was a small amount of nobles in the country, resulting in a large number of commoners who starved on the streets, while some began to die. 

Cynthia tried her best to help, sending Ying and his people with the resources she could find, resulting in Ying discovering her true identity.

"At least you aren't like those nobles. You are truly helping instead of spouting nonsense. Actions speak louder and you have already proved your sincerity," he said, grinning at her as if nothing had changed— as if she hadn't lied to him at all.