Su Qianqian hadn't had a full meal for two days.
She was still wearing the Crown Prince Consort's Crown Robe she had worn when she jumped from the West Mountain Temple that day.
But the Crown Robe was filthy, the sleeves and hem were torn by branches, exposing the undergarments inside, making her look extremely disheveled.
With a black cloak over the Crown Robe, she mingled with the crowd wearing the cloak and eventually returned to the Su Mansion.
In front of Su Qianqian on the table were various pastries. In her urgency, she didn't bother washing her hands, grabbing the pastries with her dirty hands and stuffing them into her mouth.
When her mouth became dry from eating, she randomly picked up the teapot on the table and started gulping water directly from the spout.
In this state, she was a far cry from the person Zhao Yi had once grovelled before.
She no longer resembled the Capital City's finest female scholar.
