Before she could speak, Qian Gui said with a smile, "Young Master, did you sleep well? The court assembly will be over in about half a cup of tea's time. Would you like to move over there?"
Yue Fuguang nodded and let her help him down from the carriage.
When Yue Fuguang came down, she realized that she was in the back of the Golden Palace where the court was held. Qian Gui led her for only a few dozen meters before they entered the main hall through the side door.
Qian Gui pointed to a seat with a table at the bottom of the dragon throne and said to her, "Your Highness, this is your seat. You can sit here when attending court."
He clapped his hands lightly, and two palace maids and eunuchs brought fruit, snacks, and some exquisite breakfast items, placing them one by one on the table in front of her.
Qian Gui began desperately trying to win over his emperor, saying, "Young Master, these are all specially prepared for you by His Majesty."
"Do any of these suit your taste? His Majesty also asked this old servant to inquire about your usual dietary preferences, or if there's anything you particularly like to eat, and this old servant will have the imperial kitchen prepare it for you."
While Yue Fuguang thanked Eunuch Qian and Emperor Mingxi on the surface, she was chatting with the system in her mind. She said, "Little Pearl, this emperor seems pretty good so far. He's quite thoughtful."
The system agreed, saying, "In terms of the mortal realm, it's alright, but the ingredients here are too scarce, and many things are still missing."
Even seasonings were scarce; they only had a handful, and some were even kept in pharmacies. They didn't know those were top-quality seasonings.
"Indeed, if the ingredients and seasonings are complete, the imperial chefs in the palace may not be able to compare with those in the celestial realm, but they should be better than what we eat in modern times."
By the way, did you bring any seeds of vegetables, fruits, or spices?
The system replied, "[Let me check... I've found it. There are only a few dozen kinds of vegetable and fruit seeds that you like to eat. The quantity isn't large, but it's enough for you to grow for your own consumption, and saving seeds is also fine.]"
Standing to the side, Eunuch Qian was overjoyed upon hearing their words, thinking to himself that His Majesty was wise and that this method was indeed effective.
Even if only a small portion of the dozens of kinds of fruits and vegetables from the Divine Artifact Master were given out, it would be enough to greatly benefit the Great Yan.
It seems we need to keep a closer eye on the Imperial Kitchen and serve this person well; they'll reap the rewards.
One listened attentively, and the other two spoke earnestly, neither noticing that the adults had already silently taken their places.
Those simpletons who wanted to whisper to their colleagues were stopped by the more astute ones and kept silent as the majority.
The gentlemen, who usually chat and laugh quietly, were either silent and composed or stood with serious expressions, as if afraid of making the slightest noise.
Some of his colleagues suddenly showed expressions of horror and fear, but they were quickly dragged away to a side hall by several officials.
When they returned, the horror and fear on their faces turned into a daze and a barely suppressed excitement.
Some people were so excited that their faces turned red, and their hands, hidden in their wide official robes, were clenched into fists.
Looking at my colleagues who were still completely unaware, I suddenly felt that they were so stupid!
They are still completely unaware of the earth-shattering secret of the Dayan Dynasty!
A strange sense of superiority crept onto his face, drawing sidelong glances from his clueless colleagues.
Could this person have also 'relapsed' like those others?
Is this disease contagious? Thinking this, I found myself unconsciously moving further away from them.
Regardless of the ulterior motives of the officials in the hall, Yue Fuguang's conversation with the system continued.
Yue Fuguang said, "It's already autumn, and in winter, vegetables are basically just dried vegetables. It's too difficult for me to eat some fresh, green vegetables openly. What do you think about us building a greenhouse in the garden behind my yard?"
I do have some vegetables left over, but unfortunately they're all raw, and neither of us knows how to cook! We can't use celestial magic to create a fire-gathering array in this mortal greenhouse, so how are we supposed to build one?
"How about using modern methods to build a plastic greenhouse?"
【Master, I'm out of plastic film. I can't get any.】
"How about we use glass and build a glass house? Do you have any glass?"
Yes, but not many. It probably wouldn't be enough to build a house entirely of glass. Why don't you get someone to build a kiln and fire some?
Yue Fuguang said somewhat unhappily, "Why is it so difficult for me to eat some leafy greens openly and honestly in the dead of winter?"
When I get back, I'll ask my grandmother for some people to help me build a kiln and fire more pots. I'll also replace the windows in the house with glass ones; they'll make the house brighter.
As she spoke, Yue Fuguang took a sip of the soup on the table. "Hmm, the soup tastes alright, but why does the food in the palace taste so bitter? Is the salt that the ruler of the world eats also poor-quality salt that hasn't been properly processed?"
【Master, this isn't inferior salt; it's Qinghai salt. Naturally, it's different from the snowflake salt that modern people eat. Their technology isn't good enough; the impurities in the salt weren't properly processed.】
"So that's how it is! I thought it was because my grandfather and his family weren't favored by the emperor, which is why the salt they ate was only slightly better than what ordinary people ate. Turns out, even the emperor didn't eat good salt!"
The emperor is already consuming the finest salt in the country. Would the master like to prepare some finely ground salt for his own consumption?
Yue Fuguang sighed, "This is so hard for me. If I want to eat something good, I have to make everything myself. I should go back to Grandma and ask her for help, at least to purify the salt in our small kitchen first."
After saying this, Yue Fuguang began to focus on cooking.
Emperor Mingxi, who had been standing outside the hall for a while and hadn't come in to disturb the two men's conversation, coughed lightly and slowly walked in when he heard the silence inside.
When the emperor arrived, the ministers finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Those ministers who could hear the emperor's thoughts were alright; seeing that His Majesty had not arrived for a long time, they guessed the reason.
Those who could not hear his own thoughts were inevitably uneasy. Since His Majesty took over the government, he had always been punctual for court assemblies, and even when he was ill, he would inform others in advance. This was the first time he had been late.
Little did they know, their emperor had already arrived and was hiding behind the palace eavesdropping!
The officials bowed, and Yue Fuguang also stood up. Looking down, he realized that his vantage point was excellent, allowing him to see the expressions of everyone below clearly.
She had barely sat down, holding a piece of chrysanthemum cake in her hand, and hadn't even had a chance to eat it when she was impeached by a 'stubborn' man.
The man said, “Your Majesty, there is no precedent for women attending court, but since she is the Junior Tutor, we will set aside this for now. How can she sit and eat in court? What kind of decorum is this? How can someone who has no respect for the emperor be the Junior Tutor of our dynasty?”
As soon as he spoke, others quickly echoed, "Yes, Your Majesty, this precedent must not be set!"
Another person stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, even the two prime ministers are standing during court, but the Junior Tutor is the only one sitting. Isn't this against the rules?"
Your humble servant believes that the Junior Tutor is neither old nor qualified to receive such an honor. He is only eight years old and yet has made no contribution to our dynasty. We…”
Upon hearing him mention the Left and Right Chancellors, both the Left Chancellor Yan Su and the Right Chancellor Xu Su felt a sudden panic and secretly cried out in alarm!
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