These Two Are Acting Suspicious!

The music of zheng and flute drifted melodiously, and dancing girls swayed their waists.

Yet the atmosphere at this banquet was exceptionally bizarre.

The guests throughout the hall were all sitting on pins and needles.

Only the emperor sitting in the seat of honor seemed completely unaware.

"There is no need to stand on ceremony."

He looked with a smile at the young woman beside him, his gaze falling upon a delicate plate of pastries on the table.

"I remember that Prince Jing's Residence keeps a chef from Gusu. This style of crystal pastry is made most authentically; even the imperial chefs in the palace fall somewhat short in skill."

"Do have a taste."

The emperor reached out, actually pushing that very plate of pastries toward Jiang Yuechu's side himself.

"Normally in the palace, if I want to eat a bite of this, I still have to depend on Prince Jing's mood."

These words, though sounding like a joke, made Li Jingran's cold sweat pour down instantly.

Was this striking a blow to warn him?

Or was it hinting at something?

He hurriedly bowed slightly. "Your Imperial Brother has a good memory; it is precisely Master Zhang from Gusu."

"The ingredients chosen for these pastries are lotus pistils newly picked this year, accompanied by morning dew and honey, and they require steaming for three full hours before they can achieve that melt-in-the-mouth texture, sweet without being cloying."

As he spoke, he cautiously glanced at Jiang Yuechu, his tone carrying a trace of ingratiation.

"I wonder what flavor Inspector Jiang usually prefers. If you feel it is too bland or too rich, just speak up, and this prince will have someone change it right now!"

Seeing a dignified prince being as attentive as a restaurant runner at this moment.

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