Before long, she arrived at the main hall.

But what she saw made her eyes widen in surprise. A huge table was covered with hundreds of dishes, and as the eunuchs opened the lids, a fragrant steam wafted out.

Steamed lamb, roast duck, braised pig's trotters, etc., are all exquisite and beautiful.

It looks delicious and smells wonderful, making one's mouth water.

But Zhen'er had no appetite at all. After the two Opium Wars, the cession of land and the payment of silver indemnities had plunged the people into misery.

They're eating such a lavish meal now; it's utterly absurd.

She turned around and said coldly to Xiao Anzi, "What's going on here?"

When Xiao Anzi heard her angry, he thought she was dissatisfied with today's dishes. He was so frightened that he knelt down and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! These are all according to the usual portions. Is there anything you are dissatisfied with?"

"I'm not satisfied with any of them!" Zhen'er roared, her eyes as cold as an ice cellar in the darkness.

Instantly, all the eunuchs and palace maids in the room knelt down, not daring to utter a word.

"Throw those away and start over!" To please Zhen'er, Xiao Anzi mustered his courage and gave the order.

This only enraged Zhen'er further. "Who do you think you are, daring to order me around like that!"

After saying that, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

Snap!

A crisp slap rang out, and Xiao Anzi was knocked to the ground.

Upon seeing this, everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Xiao Anzi covered his burning, painful face, but dared not cry. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging for mercy: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I deserve to die!"