"Forget it, just keep it for yourself." Although Han Yan wasn't extremely irritable by nature, from the man's earlier words, it was clear he intended to disguise and deceive them, treating them like fools, so she had no goodwill towards him. She said coldly while walking towards the carriage.
"My lady!" Seeing Han Yan turn to leave, the man became more anxious and suddenly knelt to the ground with a thud.
"What are you doing?" Han Yan frowned.
"I didn't intend to deceive you, my lady. Truly, we have no other choice. Look at the people behind me; they haven't had a grain of rice for several days. Along the way, we've even gnawed on grass and bark. If we weren't desperate, how could we dare to deceive you?" The man was increasingly emotional as he spoke, tears streaming down his face, filled with sorrow and despair.
Seeing the tears on his face, Han Yan was shocked, instinctively looking towards the people behind him.
