The palace maids and eunuchs serving outside the main hall knelt in silence, covering the ground. Not one of them dared to make a sound to warn their mistresses—if a mistress misspoke, she would at most incur the Emperor's displeasure. But if a servant so much as moved, their head would be on the line.
He was in the throes of his pursuit of "naturalness" and wanted to see what Jiang Xian was like in private. He never expected to overhear the truth about the mutton soup.
The Emperor wasn't angry; he just found it a bit amusing.
Then, he heard Chen Daying continue ordering food. "I've ordered a whole pile of spicy dishes without even realizing it. Now I want something sweet. Quick, have the Imperial Kitchen do their filial duty and bring two more plates of dessert."
The Emperor's brow twitched.
'Is that how one uses the term 'filial duty'? Mrs. Chen is so uncouth.'
