C133 It's Just Wishful Thinking

"Our East Palace won't need that many people." The Crown Prince said softly.

I nodded, feeling that my head weighed a thousand kilograms. Let's complain about our lives, don't blame me. I turned my head away, not daring to meet their gazes.

"You, you, come out." The Crown Prince was speaking.

I heard the sound of two people kneeling down, and he said