The musicians and dancers below, one by one, looked at Chu Qianli, shocked beyond words.
This was the first time in their lives that someone actually said they earned their keep with their own two hands.
They weren't lowly!
A mist seemed to form in the eyes of the dozen or so people in an instant.
It wasn't clear if it was from being touched or from sorrow.
Yes, they all made their living by earning money to support their families, not by selling their bodies.
Why did everyone say that they, these people, were lowly?
Nobody expected that the once most detested Seventh Miss could say such a thing.
No matter if she was sincere or feigning it, at that moment, those musicians and dancers were full of gratitude towards her.
Qing Ming looked at his princess, and a hint of surprise also crossed his mind.
Yexuan's hand, which was raising his cup, paused slightly as his gaze went over and fell on Chu Qianli's face.