She sighed softly and turned back into the tent.
Wo Xue had already set the dishes, not overly sumptuous but with meat and vegetables, a rare treat during a march. Shang Ruyi glanced at them but did not sit down to eat as usual; instead, she sat aside, even the bright candlelight in the tent couldn't brighten her somber eyes.
Wo Xue walked over with chopsticks in hand, gently saying, "Princess, please have a little."
Shang Ruyi silently shook her head.
Wo Xue knew what worried her heart—normally, Shang Ruyi was someone who was incredibly open-minded and never made things difficult for herself. Even in the toughest of times, she would fill her stomach before thinking about ways to break through a predicament, but this time it involved Shen Wuzheng, her most cared-for kin, clearly a difficulty beyond what she could bear, so much so that even forcing herself, she could not eat.
