Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

market???

Zhao Gou was initially delighted, but upon seeing the emperor beside him, he seemed to wither away.

The sisters saw the market he had painstakingly organized, and they were very pleased.

But His Majesty was so angry because of He Song's words, and he firmly believes that the stall location is the Golden Palace. If he finds out that Lady Shen went to the market...

This looks exactly like a slap in His Majesty's face.

Being a chief eunuch is not easy, not easy at all.

Zhao Gou sighed.

After thinking for a while, he said tactfully, "Your Majesty, how about... we go to the market first?"

"What do you mean?" The emperor's eyes widened. "Lady Shen likes to do things unexpectedly, why would she go to the market...?"

"Your Majesty, there's something I forgot to mention."

"What is it?"

"It's perfectly normal for Madam Shen to set up a stall for the first time. It's just like any other vendor at the morning market in Ping'an County," Zhao Gou said cautiously.

The emperor raised his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"This servant is saying that the first time the palace set up a stall is probably similar to the first time the common people set up a stall..." Zhao Gou bowed even lower.

"Similarities..."

"If the first time a commoner held a morning market in Ping'an County, then the first time a palace official held one should be at... a market!!!"

The emperor suddenly realized something.

But a surge of anger still welled up within him.

Not only did I not guess correctly, but that stubborn old man He Song also guessed right.

It's fortunate that Tong Hesong didn't beat the drum earlier, otherwise he would have lost all face.

The emperor grew angrier the more he thought about it. Gritting his teeth, he raised his foot and kicked Zhao Gou directly in the chest.

Why didn't you say so sooner?!

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault, I deserve to die, I deserve to die."

Zhao Gou was kicked to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

Serving the emperor is a tough job. He had told Wang Erdan that His Majesty was kind to people, but the very next day he got kicked.

As expected, one shouldn't speak carelessly.

"Alright, I'll spare you since you let me discover Lady Shen." The emperor snorted coldly.

"Set up the market quickly!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Gou kowtowed several more times before getting up from the ground. Without daring to delay for a moment, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Set up the market!"

A large group of people escorted the emperor to the market.

Upon arriving at the market and seeing Shen Qing, the emperor's eyes lit up, and he ran straight to Shen Qing's stall, disregarding his imperial image.

The palace maids and eunuchs playing the roles of vendors were startled, their legs went weak, and they unconsciously knelt on the ground.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

It's like a bodily memory; they simply can't control themselves. They want to kneel and shout whenever they see the emperor.

Even Wang Erdan knelt down. Just kidding, that's the emperor, who would dare not kneel?

"You, you people, is this a marketplace?! I am no longer the emperor, I am a commoner!"

"All of you, give the order! Give the order!"

"What if this affects Madam Shen's mood?"

The emperor's eyes widened; this was not the effect he wanted at all.

After shouting a few words, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at Zhao Gou.

How could this be done? It turned out like this?

Zhao Gou was miserable. These palace maids and eunuchs were used to kneeling, and they instinctively wanted to kneel when they saw the emperor. This was not something that could be changed in a few days.

What's with this "I am a commoner" nonsense? Which commoner would dare to call themselves "I"?

"Hurry up and make a scene! Don't you want to lose your heads?" Zhao Gou shouted with a bitter face.

A group of eunuchs and palace maids forced themselves to shout and haggle, trading like NPCs.

The emperor was somewhat satisfied only after hearing the cacophony of sounds.

He looked at Shen Qing with a grin, and said with a hint of eagerness, "My lady, I've come to buy some braised pork intestine noodles. How much is a serving?"

"Your Majesty, fifty coins per serving."

"I am not Your Majesty, no, I am just a leisurely person traveling around, who happened to come across your food stall." The emperor even created a persona for himself and completely immersed himself in it.

Shen Qing raised his eyes: "You're not His Majesty, yet you refer to yourself as '朕' (Zhen)?"

"...No, not 'I,' but 'Zhen.' My surname is Zhen. You may call me Zhen Baixing."

Shen Qing: "..."

What a fine example of Zhen Baixing!

Why doesn't he call himself Emperor Jia?

"Okay, Mr. Zhen, fifty coins for a serving of braised pork intestine noodles."

"Good, good." The emperor was pleased and reached into his pocket.

Okay, he doesn't have money, so he doesn't have the habit of carrying money.

As an emperor, he didn't need to carry money in his pocket at all.

But today is different. He came to the market, how could he not have money?

The dog is doing a really bad job.

"You dog!" The emperor, to maintain his persona, held back his anger. "Where is the money of the common people?"

Zhao Gou was in a bind; there were still too many things he hadn't considered.

He quickly grabbed some silver coins, presented them to the emperor with both hands, and said with a smile, "They're with Zhen Gou, Zhen Gou is holding them for you."

The emperor glared at him: "What 'Zhen dog'? How dare you share the same surname as the common people of Zhen?"

Good heavens, another mishap has occurred when I wasn't careful.

Zhao Gou still tried to smile and explained, "The dog of the Zhen people, isn't that just the Zhen dog? The Zhen dog is the most loyal dog of the Zhen people."

"Oh, I see. That makes sense, that makes sense." The emperor nodded, in high spirits.

"But you can't have the surname Zhen, you have the surname Jia, and you're called Jia Gou (Jia Dog), because you're worse than a dog, hahaha~"

The emperor laughed so hard he bent over backwards, he was overjoyed.

Zhao Gou's face was almost frozen from smiling: "Yes, yes, I'm not even as good as a dog, not even as good as a dog, I'm Jia Gou."

"Zhen Baixing, this is the money Jia Gou prepared for you. Hurry up and buy some noodles."

"Okay, okay, okay."

The emperor was finally satisfied and handed the money to Shen Qing: "Madam, the commoner Zhen wants a bowl of braised pork intestine noodles."

Shen Qing took the money and looked up: "Then... doesn't Jia Gou want it?"

She can also make two portions at once, which saves her trouble.

The emperor turned his head and looked at Zhao Gou.

Zhao Gou looked at him expectantly, his face pleading, "Can I have Jia Gou?"

"Dog Jia wants it?"

"I want it!!" Zhao Gou nodded repeatedly.

He quickly added, "Jia Gou wants it, but Zhen Baixing can eat first. Jia Gou can eat what's left after Zhen Baixing finishes."

The emperor had a sudden realization: that way he could eat even more.

Although a serving of braised pork intestine noodles is quite filling, he probably could eat some more because he's craving it.

"Granted, madam. Give Jia Gou a serving too."

Shen Qing was speechless. This emperor was really addicted to acting; it was utterly absurd.

She calmly made noodles and stir-fried pork intestines.

Same steps, same recipe.

Soon, the familiar aroma filled the surroundings again.

The palace maids and eunuchs all tried their best to play their roles, not daring to even glance at Shen Qing's stall.

It was mainly because of the fragrance, it was too fragrant. They were afraid that if one of them couldn't control himself and walked up to the emperor, he would lose his head.