The inner hall suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and even the breathing became cautious.
"Get out." Fu Yao's voice was soft, but it made the court doctor feel as if he had been pardoned. He crawled out of the hall.
The secret guards, Sun Jinlu, and the palace maids serving in the hall all lowered their heads.
They found that the familiar emperor seemed to have returned.
==
"Your Majesty, would you like to ask Master Jiang to come again...?"
Fu Yao raised his eyes, his gaze fell on Sun Jinlu, and said nothing.
The rain was falling heavily outside the window, and the sound could be heard even in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
After a long time, he whispered:
“No.”
Given her rank, she had to walk when traveling. There were many muddy paths on the road from Chuxiu Palace to Yangxin Palace. She was the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, and her family had never suffered such a crime before.
Fu Yao also didn't want her to travel in this kind of weather.
Her carriage was too ostentatious, and because of her status as a relative of the Empress Dowager, the concubines in the harem would probably regard her as a thorn in their side.
Sun Jinlu wanted to persuade him, but he saw the emperor rubbing his eyebrows subconsciously. Knowing that his headache had started to flare up again, he had to shut up.
==
Jiang Jiang took a nap in Chuxiu Palace and was awakened by the aroma of food.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up, a little surprised: "You came back to help me get food?"
Yu Zhiqing stuffed the chopsticks into her hand and said with a smile, "You are now a big favorite in front of His Majesty. Who dares to ask me to get the food? This was delivered by Nanny Song herself."
Nanny Song was the etiquette nanny who taught them in Chuxiu Palace. She usually had a stern face and was extremely strict, but none of the concubines were not afraid of her.
Jiang Jiang: “…?”
She suspected she wasn't awake yet.
"What kind of famous person lives in Chuxiu Palace?"
Jiang Jiang joked and leaned over to take a look at the dishes.
There were six exquisite side dishes neatly arranged in a mahogany carved food box: a plate of crystal sashimi, with fish fillets as thin as cicada wings and a translucent luster; a bowl of crab meat lion's head, with green chopped green onions floating on the golden soup; and rouge goose breast, ham, fresh bamboo shoots, and pickled quail.
At the very edge there was a bowl of rock sugar bird's nest soup, with translucent bird's nest threads stretched out in the amber syrup.
Her hand holding the chopsticks paused.
What? Aren’t these the dishes she ordered the most in the Empress Dowager’s Palace yesterday?
Seeing that she didn't move, Yu Zhiqing, who was standing by, couldn't help but pick up her chopsticks. Logically speaking, the food the concubines ate was not bad, but the dishes were all prepared in advance by the imperial kitchen, and they were no longer hot when they arrived at Chuxiu Palace.
Eating something cold in weather like this always makes me feel even colder inside.
"Madame Song said it was ordered by the Emperor. It's freshly made in the Imperial Kitchen and is still steaming hot. Eat it while it's hot. Why are you standing there?" Yu Zhiqing urged her, "I've benefited from your kindness."
Jiang Jiang came to his senses and saw that there were only a few slices of duck breast left. He quickly picked up some from his own bowl and said in disbelief, "Aren't you just taking advantage of the situation? You're trying to take all the credit for yourself!"
At first, the two were worried that the food would be wasted if they couldn't finish it, but in the end they found that they had underestimated their appetite.
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