Prince Wu's lips twitched in irritation.
Seeing Shen Wei's reluctant expression, he grew even more annoyed. "This prince noticed your hard work guiding us and specially offered you dry clothes. You ugly—"
Prince Wu had been about to call her an "ugly wretch."
But the words caught in his throat at the last moment.
Once, in his arrogance, he had mocked a fishergirl named Yuan Xi'er as "crude and hideous," driving her to despair and suicide. The guilt of realizing his words had caused such harm haunted him.
Since then, Prince Wu had tried to mend his ways, avoiding insults about appearances.
Swallowing his words, he glared at Shen Wei. "If you don't want this prince's clothes, so be it. But the journey is long, and as our guide, you can't afford to fall ill. Understand?"
Shen Wei nodded silently.
Just then, Yuan Fu darted over, tugging at Shen Wei's sleeve. "I-I'll take you to the back to change."
Shen Wei followed Yuan Fu away.
