"Princess, we're here."
Beside the carriage, the tall female warrior with hair braided loosely and rough, reddish skin scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes. Only after ensuring safety did she invite the princess inside to alight.
Princess Wen Zhu, in her forties with a gentle demeanor, dressed modestly today, without any jewelry.
As her shoes crunched on the snowy ground, she squinted into the sunlight to see the charity tent at the end of the road.
"As per your instructions, we purchased coal to distribute among the locals," the female warrior said softly, "without the hands of the government office officials involved."
"Mm." Princess Wen Zhu nodded gently, her gaze filled with sorrow as she looked at the impoverished, thin, and haggard people in front of the tent.