While Ye Ling was fiddling with the milk, Loran Hill and Bumansha were chatting about other things.

"Does Bumansa know Lily's current situation?"

"I know. Lily is now in the palace as Her Majesty the Queen." Bumansa nodded and continued.

"I met her at a wedding a few years ago. I wanted to keep a low profile, so I deliberately didn't show my face in front of her. I also asked the owner of the cake shop not to reveal my name."

"Fortunately, the judges and nobles didn't care who the specific pastry chef was. It was enough for them to know that this was Earl Red Kite's business."

"Lily was very happy at that time." Bumansa recalled the luxurious and grand wedding, with the parade floats and team lined up very long.

"That day happened to be mid-August, when the moon is usually high in the sky. To brighten the cold night sky, His Majesty the Emperor set off many colorful fireworks in the capital, and the exploding rain of light almost covered the entire city."

"At that time, I also secretly wished her well, thinking that Lily's previous wish had been fulfilled. Perhaps she herself had never expected it." Bumansha showed a nostalgic smile on her face.

"Unfortunately, too many unexpected events happened later..." Bumansa sighed. She had also heard various news about the empire one after another this year.

"But now that things have come to this, I can't help much. The capital is like a vortex of chaos, and she is at the center of power. If she wants to truly escape, she can only rely on herself. Now that she has become the queen, she is destined to bear huge responsibilities."

"But this kind of growth may be destined to be accompanied by pain."

The two of them sat on the steps of the house, watching the sunset gradually sink into the ground, and the world slowly turned into a dark blue world. Only the warm yellow candlelight behind them cast an image, stretching their shadows diagonally and casting them on the steps and grass in front of the house.

"Come on, Daiju. If you stir it well, I'll make you a big chicken drumstick tonight."

The two of them stopped talking, and Ye Ling's happy voice of command came from behind. Loran Hill looked back and saw Dai Ju standing by the bucket, holding a wooden stick in her mouth, stirring the milk vigorously, while Ye Ling was sitting at the table, supporting her head and cheering her on.