Murong Yue ran for half an hour, took a comfortable bath, and looked at Ahao with her big, watery eyes.

"Okay, I'm hungry."

Actually, the imperial physicians did not advocate eating late-night snacks all the time, but Ah Hao could not resist His Majesty's gaze.

This was when Steward Zhu was happiest.

"Oh, dear girl, I can make some food that's easy to digest and tastes better than His Majesty's, so please don't worry."

"His Majesty will not be allowed to eat it."

"Thank you for your hard work, Steward Zhu."

Before long, Murong Yue was able to eat a bowl of sour soup noodles.

The noodles are few, but they contain fish slices, precious spring bamboo shoots, and unique wild vegetables that resemble tender sprouts.

It was so delicious I almost ate the bowl too.

"Ah, that's delicious. Here's a reward."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

This is how Murong Yue expresses her liking and happiness; when she is happy, she bestows it upon others.

Others are happy too, and then you get to eat even more delicious food.

Perfect.

That night, Murong Yue slept soundly and contentedly.

Perhaps it was the change of environment, but she started dreaming again, which was quite unusual for her.

In her dream, she knew clearly that this mountain was called Yanhuan Mountain.

It seemed to be a spring hunt, with a little boy and a little girl.

The little girl's features resembled those of the child in her mother's portrait.

The identity of the little boy is currently unknown.

Both were eight or nine years old, and looked like exquisitely carved porcelain dolls, remarkably beautiful for their young age.

She even liked it a little when she looked at it in her dreams.

The little girl stood with her hands on her hips, looking adorable, and pointed at the little boy in a domineering tone, saying, "You're handsome and good at fighting, I want to marry you."

The little boy corrected him seriously, "Hmph, how can a real man be married?"

Even if you are...

"That won't do either!"