To be precise, it was to send some to Wen Zhiyun.
As a prince, Changyan always had access to mutton sold in the capital.
Poor Wen Xiaosi, he could neither appear openly in the Fifth Prince's palace nor sneak back to the second courtyard.
Living alone in the Imperial Hospital was somewhat lonely, but thinking of his fifth brother, who was also in the deep palace, he felt that he could still get through the days.
Jiang Sheng felt sorry for her fourth brother, so she secretly wrapped up two fist-sized pieces of lamb leg meat and asked Wu Ziyou from the Wu family to take them over.
Wu Ziyou swallowed hard, smelling the delicious aroma. "Miss Jiang, is there some meat for me too?"
Jiang Sheng's eyes curved into crescents. "Baiweisheng welcomes Young Master Wu anytime. They have everything over there, from grilling and boiling to frying. Put it all on my tab."
Generous and open.
Wu Ziyou happily stuffed the meat into his arms, drove into the Imperial City, then into the Imperial Hospital, and finally placed it in Wen Zhiyun's palm at the entrance.
"Eat it, your sister gave it to you."
Seven words almost brought Wen Zhiyun to tears.
But he couldn't cry; he had to go and massage Tianjia's shoulders and neck to clear his meridians.
"Going again?" Wu Ziyou clicked his tongue. "It seems your massage skills are quite something; you can even win over the hearts of the emperor."
Wen Zhiyun smiled, "Actually, I haven't been there many times. I've only met Xuan about twenty or thirty times since the beginning of the year."
“That’s not enough?” Wu Ziyou shouted. “My father only sees the heavens three to five times a year, and you… never mind, you go get your massage, I’ll go to Baiweisheng to eat my mutton.”
He waved and turned around, looking both forlorn and excited.
Wen Zhiyun knew that it was her second brother's new shop, and she was even happier. When she walked to a secluded spot, she couldn't help but take out a piece of meat to smell it.
They couldn't bear to eat it, and there wasn't enough time to put it back in the Imperial Hospital, so they could only wrap it in a handkerchief and hide it deep inside the medicine chest.
The cooled mutton had a very faint gamey smell, and the aroma of the herbs was barely noticeable.
But Wen Zhiyun was timid and repeatedly sniffed the air with her nose, afraid of revealing any scent.
After entering the emperor's sleeping quarters, the eunuch who led the way bowed and withdrew. He then huddled behind the gauze curtain and took a deep sniff to examine the area.
Just then, a woman's alluring voice rang out, filled with coquetry and infatuation, "Your Majesty... it's been twenty years, won't you give me a proper status so that I can share a bed with you in life and a grave in death?"
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