Early in the morning the next day, in the small courtyard hall. The fragrance of the spirit rice and lean meat porridge filled the air. His wife and concubines lowered their heads and remained silent. They ate slowly without making any sound, as if they were afraid of disturbing Shen Ping.
These days, their husband was distracted and frowned. It was obvious that he had something on his mind. As his wife and concubines, They knew that they could not help, so they could only try their best to make their husband feel comfortable.
After breakfast, Yu Yan brought them to the South City's shop.
