Unfortunately, just as Qi Jin said, there was absolutely no problem with the emperor's food; it was as safe as it could possibly be.
So where exactly does the problem lie?
Gu Jiangli was completely baffled. She had been by the emperor's side for over a month, yet she hadn't found a single useful clue.
What she didn't expect was that her daily interactions with the emperor would bring her some trouble.
Because of her, the emperor has not set foot in the palaces of any of his other concubines for more than a month.
This naturally aroused dissatisfaction among the other concubines.
They were certainly afraid of the emperor, but they were even more afraid of him completely ignoring them. Being a neglected concubine in the harem was a very difficult experience.
However, due to the emperor's authority, no one dared to mention this matter in front of him. Therefore, someone boldly brought it up to the Empress Dowager.
The Empress Dowager, who had been living a vegetarian life and chanting Buddhist prayers on the mountain and did not concern herself with the affairs of the inner palace, quickly descended the mountain after hearing about this.
The first place we visited upon returning to the palace was Jing'an Palace, where the emperor resided.
Gu Jiangli was standing by the table grinding ink for the emperor. She kept her eyes fixed on the inkstone in her hand, not glancing at the contents of the memorials the emperor was reviewing.
The two people, one in black and one in white, created a tranquil and harmonious scene.
The Empress Dowager stood by the door for a while before stepping inside.
"Heng'er, you are busy with state affairs, so please take care of your health."
The emperor and Gu Jiangli looked up abruptly and saw a woman of about fifty years old, dressed simply, standing in front of them.
The emperor immediately stood up, his face showing great surprise: "Mother? When did you come down from the mountain?"
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