Qiao Mu stood up and told the crew of junior royal maids and eunuchs, "Alright, pack up. We're going home."
Everyone cheered in unison, and they nimbly cleared away the tables, chairs, benches, barrels, etc., hoisting them back into the food pantry.
The shopkeeper of the food pantry stood at the entrance with his workers with a smile and bowed respectfully, preparing to see out the crown prince and crown prince consort.
Suddenly, a granny with a lame leg totteringly walked over with a cane. She was holding a broken bowl and called out hastily, "Wait a moment, wait a moment. I-I still have not got-gotten grain."
There was a big, festering sore on the back of the granny's hand. A dark and stout little one around seven to eight years old was also trailing behind her, his pitch-black eyes looking curiously at Qiao Mu and the others.
