When the Emperor was in a bad mood, everyone in the imperial court walked on eggshells.
If being difficult came from being spoiled, then the Emperor was the most difficult man alive. After all, every person in the harem had to cater to his whims. He was displeased that after their argument, Jiang Xian had gone straight to pray with the Empress Dowager—and had even proposed doing so for a whole month.
A whole month!
'Is she not afraid that I'll forget her?'
The moment this question arose, it was clear the Emperor would not be forgetting her. He would dwell on it, yet refuse to admit it. So, with a dark expression, he said, "I wish to have milk cakes. Have Ma Wan Yi bring them."
Meanwhile, Ma Wan Yi, who had received the gracious summons, was overjoyed. The milk cakes would be prepared by the Imperial Kitchen; all she had to do was dress herself up beautifully and go attend to the Emperor.
"But still, why milk cakes?"
