After the imperial carriage left, the nanny of Jingren Palace took Le Wen away. Le Wen was reluctant to leave Jiang Jiang and wanted to take him back with her.

Sheng Xiyan squatted down and coaxed her, "Princess, wait a few days, I will bring Jiangjiang to play with you again, okay?"

The nanny coaxed her for a long time, "Princess, your mother is waiting for you, why don't you go back quickly? Go back and eat some fruit."

Le Wen left crying, but Jiang Jiang was not so sad. He was sweating profusely. Sheng Xiyan wiped his forehead, and Rong Shuyi brought Yu Mo over.

He said with a smile: "Sister Shengpin, please bring Jiangjiang out more often in the future. Yumo also needs someone to play with."

"Okay, sure."

Sheng Xiyan observed that Rong Shuyi was very pretty, with misty eyes. She was obviously a lady from a scholarly family. She was gentle and lovely, no wonder the emperor had a child with her.

Back at Chuxiu Palace, Meixiang said, "Rong Shuyi is the daughter of a great literary figure and entered the palace during the selection process."

Sheng Xiyan nodded, the emperor had good taste.

Meixiang and Shanhu were picking locust flowers on the side. Sheng Xiyan carefully examined the white locust flowers they had picked and placed them on a plate.

Having doubts, he asked, "Which palace did the emperor like to go to in the past?"

Meixiang spent the longest time in the palace. "The emperor, according to ancestral tradition, would go to the Empress' Jingren Palace on the first and fifteenth day of each month, followed by the Consort Shu's Zhongcui Palace. Occasionally, he would visit the eldest prince at Rong Shuyi's Liuyun Palace."

Shanhu said, "The Emperor only visits these palaces three or four days a month. The rest of the time he rests in the Yangxin Palace, and occasionally he'll turn over a green card."

The emperor was not a man who was addicted to beauty. It was thought that the emperor would change his sleeping place every day.

Hua Xia came back from outside the palace and said, "My lady, I got the chrysanthemums from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. What are you going to do with them?"

Sheng Xiyan ordered, "Because there is no small kitchen in the side hall, I will go to the imperial kitchen after noon tomorrow to prepare medicinal food for the emperor."

Meixiang said excitedly, "My lady, you are the first person the Emperor has voluntarily asked to accompany him to the Yangxin Palace!"

Sheng Xiyan examined the chrysanthemum and smelled it. "Hasn't it happened before? It shouldn't be that serious."

"As far as I know, other concubines only dare to bother the emperor when they have something important to do. And they may not even be able to see him."

"The Emperor is quite kind, cold on the outside but warm on the inside."

After Sheng Xiyan finished speaking, several palace maids murmured, "Harmonious? It's because the Emperor is kind to the young lady that he appears harmonious."

After noon the next day, Sheng Xiyan went to the imperial kitchen. At this time, the food from all the palaces had been sent away, and the kitchen was very empty.

She is very skilled in the operation and has made this medicinal food before.

In the Yangxin Palace, it was almost noon.

After several court officials took their leave, Xuan Ling glanced at the sky and looked towards the door expectantly.

Not long after, a woman was seen walking to the door of the temple.

"Eunuch Fu, I'm here to deliver medicinal food to the emperor."

Eunuch Fu then understood why the emperor had been looking at the door. It turned out that he was waiting for Miss Sheng.

"Miss Sheng, please go in quickly. The emperor is thirsty and needs some soup."

Sheng Xiyan came in carrying a plate with a yellow-glazed porcelain cup with painted flowers on it.

She took light lotus steps to the Arhat dragon couch and placed it on the low kang table made of rosewood with gold thread.

She didn't dare to disturb Xuan Ling. After a long while, she saw him put down the red brush, and then she said softly, "Your Majesty, please come and rest. I have prepared some medicinal food."

Xuan Ling stood up from the throne and came over. Not seeing the food box, he asked, "Did you carry it all the way here like this?"

"No, when we reached the door, I took the soup bowl out of the food box, which I had Eunuch Fu place in the side hall."

If he remembered correctly, there were no small kitchens in the side halls of the palace, and only the main hall had applied for this configuration.

So she went to the imperial kitchen to make soup?

Her fingers were as white as scallions, and her nails were round. They were not as long as those of other women in the palace. They liked to make colorful nail polish and stick gems on them, making them look like a peacock with bared fangs and claws.

Sheng Xiyan respectfully handed over the jade spoon, "Your Majesty, please try it and see if it suits your taste. I can make some improvements."

Xuan Ling took a sip of the soup, which had the fresh taste of fish and the fragrance of flowers.

"What kind of soup is this? Is there anything particular about it?"

Sheng Xiyan whispered softly, "Yesterday, I noticed that the emperor's eyes were a little bloodshot, so I used seasonal locust flowers and chrysanthemums, along with crucian carp. This soup is called Double Flower Crucian Carp Soup. Sophora flowers have the effect of cooling the blood and stopping bleeding, clearing the liver and purging fire, and are suitable for symptoms of liver heat and red eyes."

I didn’t see her looking at me yesterday. She cares about me and should have a good impression of me.

"You're very attentive."

"Your Majesty, please enjoy your meal. I will go and tidy up the dragon table and bookcase."

Today she wore a honey-colored outer dress embroidered with rose branches, a skirt of the same color, and a peacock blue silk ribbon tied around her waist, which added a finishing touch to her elegance.

As she walked around the dragon table, her waist swayed, her skirt fluttered, and her every move exuded a charming and seductive air.

Xuan Ling was a workaholic. He had a habit of comparing the progress of yesterday and today when reading memorials, so the dragon desk was very messy, and the palace maids who cleaned it up were often scolded for this.

Sheng Xiyan tidied up the dragon desk and went to the ebony bookshelf at the back. Xuan Ling walked over to check and found that the memorials were arranged in the correct position.

Looking back, she was very methodical in organizing the books.

"How do you tell which of these memorials you've seen and which you haven't, which are current and which are old?"

Sheng Xiyan smiled and said, "I can tell the difference by the shape of the memorials. The ones that haven't been reviewed are the most obvious, and the ones that have been reviewed are also very obvious. The ones with the most torn parts are old memorials. The emperor must have read them for reference and put them aside after reading them."

"You are quite clever."

I saw her picking up a thick book and trying to put it on the top, but she couldn't reach it, so she stood on tiptoe and struggled.

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