Seeing that Chu Ying seemed somewhat skeptical, Su Mei set down her bowl and chopsticks, looked at him, and asked with a hollow laugh: "Has Your Highness ever experienced a famine or a year of crop failure?"
Before Chu Ying could reply, the corners of her lips curled upward with a trace of bitter, desolate mockery:
"That's right, how could I ask such an idiot's question? Born of imperial blood, how could Your Highness possibly understand the hardships of marginalized border folk?"
Chapter 197