"I'm not hungry, I can walk."

Zuo Miaomiao supported herself on her knees and stood up.

Fu Weiyun's handkerchief had been used to wipe her nose and was now dirty and wrinkled.

The Left Censor peeked into the palace and said, "I heard that Commander Fu rescued you. Why didn't I see him? I wanted to thank him."

Zuo Miaomiao dared not face Fu Weiyun now.

She hurriedly pushed the Left Censor down the mountain.

"Dad, let's go back quickly, I'm hungry."

Didn't you just say you weren't hungry?

"Can't I be hungry now?!"

"..."

As the father and daughter bickered and left, Fu Weiyun came out of the temple and watched their departing figures with a smile on his lips.

After returning home, Zuo Miaomiao, with her memory still fresh, wrote down what Baiyun Temple had done and the Imperial Guards had bravely rescued her that very night, and had someone send it to the Xiwen newspaper.

The news outlet "Xiwen" removed the headline it was scheduled to publish the next day and replaced it with her article.

Once released, it sparked heated discussions in Beijing.

But Zuo Miaomiao had no time to care about the readers' reactions. As soon as she woke up, her father dragged her to the teahouse.

"Dad, didn't you say the steamed spare ribs with black bean sauce at this teahouse weren't good? Why did we come here again?"

The Left Censor smiled and said, "It's just that Father thinks it doesn't taste good. You young people might not. Look over there, that's Yu Siban from the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, who's in charge of palace banquets. He ordered spare ribs with black bean sauce."

Zuo Miaomiao followed his gaze and saw a young man in a lake-blue robe eating ribs with relish at a table three tables away from them.

"It looks pretty good."

"Would you like one?"

"good."

After the ribs were served, Zuo Miaomiao tasted them and found them to be quite good.

Taking the opportunity, the Left Censor said, "Yu Siban has quite a good appetite, doesn't he? What do you think of his appearance?"