As we all know, when people are extremely angry, they will lose their rationality. Ling Shumo was obviously furious, but in the end, she was able to control herself and not really hurt Jiang He. It was obvious that she had developed feelings for Jiang He.
The look in Fengye's eyes darkened. A sudden surge of rage surged within him. Jiang He was merely a substitute for his mistress, unworthy of such a place in the heart of the Crown Princess.
Fengye's body swayed uncontrollably, and then his knees gave way, and he fell to the ground in a very awkward position. His fall made a loud noise, and everyone in the room looked at him.
Fengye's voice choked with sobs, "Young Master was already very weak when he made that plate of plum blossom cakes. The night before His Highness set off for Dingzhou, Young Master fainted three times in the kitchen. I advised him not to overwork himself, but he refused. He said that this was the last chance in his life to make cakes for His Highness..."
Fengye's voice trembled as she spoke, "It would have been fine if His Highness had eaten those cakes, but now... they've been thrown away like garbage. If the young master knew about this, I wonder how heartbroken he would be."
Jiang He didn't understand who Feng Ye was referring to as "Young Master." The veins on Ling Shumo's arms were already bulging. She pointed toward the door and said, "Get out! I don't want to see you again."
The bruise on Jiang He's ankle, where he'd been hit by the table, had turned black. Tears welled up in his eyes from the pain. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but was immediately tackled by two attendants. They dragged him out of Guangming Hall.
Jiang He was sent back to the Anxiang Palace. He grabbed a Guangming Palace attendant and asked anxiously, "Who is this 'young master' that Fengye attendant is talking about? Who made the plum blossom cake in that porcelain bowl for His Highness? Why is His Highness so angry? Can't we ask that 'young master' to make a new batch of plum blossom cake?"
No one answered Jiang He's question.
The servant whose sleeve was grabbed by Jiang He pulled his sleeve out of Jiang He's hand with force.
As someone who had once served Pei Jiusheng personally, Maple Leaf could freely mention "his son" in front of His Highness, but they, the servants living in the lower classes, dared not casually discuss the affairs of the former Princess. He hadn't lived long enough and didn't want to follow in the footsteps of Ping An and An Kang.
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