My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived

"Oh? Does Empress Grandmother think I shouldn’t be the only one feasting?"

Tang Zishen asked, his words unclear with food in his mouth.

"How many buns do you still have?"

The tone of the Empress Dowager was extremely unnatural.

If it weren’t for that vile little Nan Baihan, who had no idea that she was expected to offer these buns to her in tribute, why would she have to lower herself to beg from her?

"Oh, there are still three," Tang Zishen continued, still speaking unclearly.

"Three?"

Nan Leqin’s eyes lit up.

In the past, she would have absolutely looked down on such meager fare.

But now, weak from hunger, she found herself craving the modest buns.