"Indeed, but now everything has become empty."
The bailiff's mocking words echoed in the corner of the prison.
Yet they didn't notice a figure appeared before Duke Zheng's cell, and a bun rolled inside.
The body of Duke Zheng, who was sitting motionless in the cell, finally moved. He reached out, tore the bun open, and saw the note inside. After reading it, a hint of madness seemed to flash in his old eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.
Liu Yanzhen ate the bun and the paper together, chewing continuously as if he had encountered something delicious.
As if he wanted to remember this taste.
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Chu family residence.
Ye Muyu was making pastries with Chu Ziluo and Nuanbao. A stove was burning in the kitchen, making the whole room warm enough without needing a heater, just an autumn jacket would do.
The pastries Ye Muyu made were to be gifted to nearby friendly residences before the year-end.
She was at leisure, so she suggested making them together.
