Su Xin looked at the canned fruit in front of her and felt a surge of joy. How long had it been since she had eaten fruit?

She herself couldn't remember clearly.

All I remember is the painful feeling when I went to the toilet every day.

Without the help of plant fibers, she has been...

Where did it come from?

Fu Liu handed the bowl to her and said with a light laugh, "It was bought outside the palace by my fellow villager. I thought it was nice, so I secretly brought it in."

Her words were so clever that Su Xin couldn't help but give her an approving look, "Good girl, thanks to you."

She picked up the bowl and quickly ate the rest of the bowl in small sips before she had the leisure to continue chatting with them. "I think this stuff is hard to come by. I wonder which family made it?"

Fu Liu chuckled and ladled another bowl for Su Xin, saying, "I heard from my fellow villager that he is a merchant from Jizhou."

Jizhou.

Upon hearing these two words, Pingting, who was serving nearby, subconsciously clenched her hands.

Su Xin stiffened slightly and asked, "Shangjia Village?"

"How did Your Highness find out?" Fu Liu asked, feigning surprise as she looked at Su Xin.

Su Xin frowned slightly and said to her, "You should present this to the Emperor and explain the situation to him later."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Fu Liu bowed and left.

Pingting clenched her fists, but there was nothing she could do.

A single word from the person in front of her could take her life.

She couldn't speak.

Su Xin was just a girl from a humble family; she didn't have the magnanimity of those ladies from wealthy families, nor did she have their long-term planning.

She acts in a simple and brutal manner; if she dares to speak, she can have her beaten to death.

They don't care about saving face at all.

As Su Xin watched Fu Liu's retreating figure, a slight smile crept onto her lips. "Su Qian, since you're unwilling to die by my hand, then let the entire village be buried with you."

The Qianqing Palace.

Xiao Lin frowned slightly as he looked at the rough-looking canned fruit in front of him. "Where did this come from?"

Fu Liu naturally understood his meaning, gave a slight curtsy, and said, "It was brought from Jizhou by my fellow villager."

"Ji Zhou?" Xiao Lin's lips curled slightly, and he sneered, "Is this the Empress's will, or is it your way of coaxing the Empress into doing this?"

Which person in the palace is simple?

If he couldn't even see through Su Xin's little schemes, he wouldn't have been able to ascend to the throne back then.

Upon hearing this, Fu Liu knelt down with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "It was not my intention, Your Majesty, please see the truth."

Xiao Lin remained silent. The only sounds in the hall were the thuds of Fu Liu kowtowing and her feeble pleas for mercy.

"Go down."

Upon hearing this, Fu Liu, despite her discomfort, immediately stood up, bowed, and left.

She knew that Xiao Lin had tacitly approved of her doing so.

When Su Xin saw the injury on Fu Liu's forehead, she was furious. "What does he mean by this?"

Their relationship was already strained; Xiao Lin had his harem, while she only had him.

How could she not be jealous? How could she not take action?

Their already thin marital bond was further worn away by these kinds of incidents.

Pingting helped Su Xin sit down and said softly, "Your Majesty would like to cool down." As she spoke, she handed her a cup of flower tea.

Su Xin glanced at her, drank her tea, and then slowly said, "What do you think he meant?"

Pingting simply replied, "This servant does not know."

"Fu Liu, you speak."

This matter had nothing to do with Pingting; she could say she didn't know, but Fuliu couldn't.

Is this something a mere servant like her can comment on?