Feng Yun rarely got to sleep in, finally rising when the sun was already three poles high. When she stepped out after washing up, she unexpectedly found Ao Qi was not waiting outside.
Normally, Ao Qi guarded her like guarding against a thief, following her wherever she went. Not seeing him today, Feng Yun found it a bit strange, but she didn't ask any further questions.
Teenage boys always had many odd habits, and she didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to them.
"Peipei, bring the lady her meal from the stove."
Granny Han doted on her as if she were the apple of her eye and cheerfully ordered the maid to bring Feng Yun her meal.
A plate of dried pork, which Feng Yun had stockpiled three days before surrendering, a bowl of millet porridge clear enough to see one's reflection in, and a piece of hard-baked, inedible flatbread.
But this was already an excellent meal.
