Chapter 113 Why did they bring me Meng Po soup this morning?
In the photo: Under the dim, dark sky, the imposing Fengdu Imperial Palace resembles a lurking giant beast.
Below is the wide Black Stone Avenue.
On the main road, Shen Yuepo's beige ramie long robe with a diagonal opening swayed gently in the wind, outlining her slender and graceful figure.
Her cascading black hair was tied up with a hairpin, with a few stray strands falling freely over her shoulders.
The horse-faced man looked at the photo and grinned with satisfaction.
This composition is absolutely brilliant!
He skillfully opened the Underworld Forum, quickly edited a post, and added the photo he had just taken:
Title: Shocking! The future emperor and empress sneak into the palace late at night! So sweet! I'm shipping them!
Content: Ghosts, breaking news! Just now, the one who made His Majesty the Emperor make an exception and send breakfast to the mortal realm—she's here! Not that the ghost messengers went to invite her! She opened the gates of hell herself and barged in! She specifically asked for His Majesty! She's currently being led to the Imperial Palace! The atmosphere of this late-night rendezvous is incredible! Ahhh! I, Horse-Face, hereby declare! I'm shipping this couple! Locked in! I've swallowed the key!
The post was like a depth charge dropped into the calm River of Oblivion.
Almost instantly, the comments section of the post exploded with discussion.
Countless ghost messengers and officials who had been slacking off and lying in wait began to surface:
[1st Floor] Ox-Head Isn't as Handsome as Me: Horse-Face, you've got some nerve! Daring to secretly photograph the future emperor and empress?!
[2nd Floor] Judge's Pen Floss: Waiting for the Emperor's reaction, I bet there will be some unusual activity in the Imperial Palace within an hour!
[3rd Floor] Naihe Bridge Holdout: Isn't this late-night rendezvous, this journey across the realms of humans and ghosts, sweet enough?! Horse-faced Demon! Take more pictures! I want to see the sequel!
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The Underworld Forum was instantly overwhelmed by this post, and the server almost became overloaded.
At this moment, Shen Yuepo was completely unaware of all of this.
The ghost messenger led her to the main hall of the Fengdu Imperial Palace.
The ghostly soldiers guarding the area were about to go in to report when they saw her step straight across the threshold.
Inside the palace, Feng Jin, dressed in imperial robes and with his hair tied up in a jade crown, looked incredibly handsome in the dim blue firelight.
He held a jade scroll in his hand, seemingly reviewing it.
Shen Yuepo's footsteps were exceptionally clear in the empty hall.
Noticing the commotion, Feng Jin paused slightly in his work of reviewing the documents. He looked up, saw the person who had come, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Shen Yuepo stood below, looking up at Feng Jin on the high platform.
Those dozen or so steps would normally be nothing more than a matter of lifting a foot for her.
But at this moment, the enormous energy required to draw the talisman and open the gates of hell made it difficult for her to even take one more step.
She silently calculated the energy required to climb those dozen or so steps...
Then, very rationally, I gave up.
She simply stood still and didn't move.
The two locked eyes.
The air seemed to freeze.
A moment later, Feng Jin's deep voice broke the silence, "Chen Yuepo, are you my subordinate? What are you doing standing down there? Come up here."
Shen Yuepo remained motionless.
She simply looked up at Feng Jin and said very directly, "Feng Jin, I'm hungry."
"..."
Feng Jin didn't speak; he put down the jade slip in his hand.
The dark figure on the platform vanished in an instant the next second.
Almost at the same instant, a tall shadow loomed over Shen Yuepo.
Before Shen Yuepo could react, Feng Jin suddenly reached out and naturally cupped her cheeks.
Shen Yuepo: "!!!"
She froze instantly. This sudden intimate touch left her mind almost blank for a moment.
"What... are you doing?" Shen Yuepo's voice was unusually unsteady as he tried to break free.
Feng Jin seemed not to hear, and instead moved even closer.
He tilted his head slightly, his dark golden eyes scanning her face from left to right.
The distance was so close that Shen Yuepo could see the shadow cast by his eyelashes and smell the faint aura of Netherfire on his body.
It's like ice that never melts, yet it carries a lingering scent of sandalwood.
"Let me see..." he drawled, his warm breath brushing against her tightly pressed lips, "Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"
He paused, looking at Shen Yuepo's eyes, which were slightly widened in shock, a wicked smile curling his thin lips:
"Otherwise, why do you always say... you're hungry every time we meet?"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Feng Jin seemed to have had enough of teasing her. At the critical moment when she was about to explode, he let go of her hand and took a small step back to create some distance.
He gave orders to the ghostly soldiers outside the door:
"Go to the Netherworld Food Palace and fetch some human food."
Shen Yuepo was stunned upon hearing this, forgetting even the lingering touch on her cheek, and subconsciously asked:
"The Netherworld Dining Hall? Doesn't this place not have any human food?"
She remembered that the last time she came, Feng Jin had sent a ghost messenger to buy food from the human world.
Feng Jin glanced at her, his gaze as if he were looking at an old relic out of touch with the times.
He casually walked over and sat down on a nearby chair, his posture languid. "It wasn't there before, but it is now."
"Shen Tu said that the ghost messengers below, especially the newly deceased ones, keep talking about craving things like fried chicken, milk tea, and hot pot in the human world, which annoys the ghosts."
He tapped his brow with his long, slender fingers. "I found them too noisy, so I let Shen Tu handle it himself."
"He found a few old ghosts who were chefs in their previous lives and had a bit of a passion for restaurant chains, and they opened several shops specializing in food from the living world..."
"Oh, and they've also joined several well-known brands in the human world. I heard the business is pretty good, and they're quite popular with those little devils."
She stood there, feeling that her worldview had been slightly shaken.
The rapid development of Fengdu has left her, a mortal, somewhat unable to keep up.
Just then, an enticing aroma wafted from the palace gate.
A ghostly soldier carried a food box inside, with the words "Special Supply of the Netherworld Food Palace" printed on the lid.
"Your Majesty, the meal is ready." The Yin soldier bowed respectfully, but couldn't help glancing at Shen Yuepo out of the corner of his eye.
Feng Jin casually raised his chin, gesturing for him to put it in the side hall.
The side hall was equally spacious, but smaller than the main hall, with a long black jade table placed in the center.
Feng Jin led Shen Yuepo to the table, and the Yin soldiers quickly took out the dishes from the food box and placed them on the table in front of Shen Yuepo.
Four dishes and a soup, with a bowl of white rice. The dishes were exquisite, steaming hot, and had a wonderful aroma.
Shen Yuepo picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of tender fish, and put it in her mouth.
The fish melted in her mouth, incredibly sweet and fresh, and at the perfect temperature, instantly soothed her empty stomach.
She ate quickly, but not roughly.
Half of the bowl of rice was quickly eaten.
Feng Jin sat opposite him, neither looking at the files nor doing anything else.
He simply leaned back in his chair, resting his chin on his hand, and quietly watched her eat.
The hall was quiet, with only the faint sound of Shen Yuepo chewing.
Just as Shen Yuepo took a sip of hot soup and squinted her eyes contentedly, Feng Jin suddenly spoke: "So..."
He tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, his voice carrying a hint of danger, "You expended your spiritual power to open the Gate of Hell and break into the Fengdu Imperial Palace, just for a sip of food?"
Shen Yuepo swallowed the soup in her mouth, the warm sensation sliding down her esophagus.
She put down her spoon, looked up at Feng Jin, and her cold eyes regained some of their luster thanks to the food.
"No," she answered decisively.
Feng Jin raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.
Shen Yuepo looked at him and said, "I also want to ask you, why did you have Horse-Face deliver Meng Po soup to me this morning?"
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