21

When Mo Xuanqing and Man Tianyun returned to the capital, Tiandu, it was already mid-afternoon. She leaned back slightly, her eyes dimly wanting to close. Honestly, if she could lie in bed now, maybe Man Tianyun would have a long sleep. The horse slowly entered the capital. It was mid-afternoon, and the people in Tiandu had not yet held a market. Only a few street vendors sell to people living near the market.

"Mo Xuanqing, what's that smell?"

Man Tianyun asked in a low voice, a strong scent lingering in the air, making her feel hungry. Mo Xuanqing looked around, guessing that the scent she was talking about was the scent of an old man's sticky rice cake steamer. He thought about it for a while and suddenly realised that Man Tianyun hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. Maybe she was starving by now.

"If the princess is hungry, I will buy a small steamer for you."