Nanny Yun, Fu Dong, and the others were becoming increasingly anxious within the palace, unable to eat or sleep, wondering how the Commandery Princess could still manage to sleep at such a time.
Zheng Nianru merely glanced at the evening meal before setting down her chopsticks, her actions becoming more perfunctory.
Fu Dong and Nian Xia were no longer concerned whether the Commandery Princess liked to eat or not. They couldn't swallow a single bite themselves. Weren't they supposed to think of something? Even Xing Yu couldn't get out.
"Commandery Princess, there has been turmoil outside for two days now, we must think of something—" Nanny Yun immediately leaned in. They hadn't been without ideas; over the past two days, they had climbed over walls, charged through the main gate, feigned illness, and rigged ropes. They hadn't been entirely without results—at least they could be sure that these people wouldn't dare do anything to them.
