So even if the words weren't meant to be sarcastic, he couldn't help but overthink them.

The emperor smiled awkwardly, then his gaze fell on the dumplings that had been wrapped up to the side.

With a nostalgic look on his face, he said, "Did Yun Ting make these dumplings himself? I remember craving them every New Year, always thinking about them. But it's been many years since I've had them, and I really miss them."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yunting chimed in, "My children have never eaten this before, so I thought I'd show them what I can do."

Why haven't the children in the family eaten this for over ten years?

The reason for this is naturally because Shen Yunting has been stationed at the border for many years.

What was the final result of Shen Yunting's dedication of most of his life?

Shen Yunting's words carried a hint of resentment.

He couldn't help but feel resentful.

He believed himself to be loyal to the emperor and the people, but what he got in return was a fabricated charge.

How could he not feel heartbroken?

The emperor could no longer maintain his smile.

He looked up and sized up Shen Yunting, and suddenly wanted to ask a question: Did the other party blame him?

Unfortunately, I didn't ask that question.

Qu Jingyun interjected, "Does His Majesty wish to taste if Yunting's cooking skills have declined? I'll have someone cook some for him to try right away."

"Alright." After a slight pause, the Emperor readily agreed.

When the familiar flavors filled his mouth again, the emperor's eyes reddened slightly, and he lowered his head, remaining silent for a long time.

Unfortunately, he is no longer the second son of the Gu family he once was.

Otherwise, I would definitely have shamelessly begged for a few more bowls right now.