Lu Chen sighed and said, "If only my mother really knew my situation now."
As he spoke, Lu Chen gently touched Yelv Nanyan's jade hand and continued, "Although my life is better than yours on the grassland, and I don't have to worry about food and clothing, I have been scorned by others since I was young because I had no mother. Even in the Imperial Palace, some maids and slaves dared to shout at me; my status was not even as good as that of some family bastards."
Upon hearing Lu Chen's words, Yelv Nanyan's heart rose with a new wave of sympathy and tenderness. She could empathize with what he was describing. After she lost her mother, she, too, was humiliated by members of her own tribe.
If it weren't for the fact that she had secretly practiced martial arts behind others' backs, she might well have become a female slave, tormented by the barbarians day and night.