MingYu sat by the little table of their room, yawning, even though the sun had just reached its peak. There was still one day left till magistrate Lu's Banquet, and looking down the street from their window, they could see workers set up a podium for performances by one of the larger estates that MingYu had deducted to be the magistrate building.
Sighing, MingYu shifted in his chair and nibbled at the bun in his hand. He was bored to death and wanted to take a stroll down the street to stretch his legs. But PingZe had stopped by their room earlier with a tray of tea and fresh buns and news.
Apparently, Yang Chen hadn't been kidding when he said he'd keep an eye on them. At least one guard was standing watch by the inn while one had trailed after PingZe ever since he stepped out to buy food, and all the way back to the inn. That little tidbit had killed any desire to step out for MingYu.
