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

Shen Qing pushed the cart over and saw this joyous scene.

That's a bit too much joy.

As soon as they stopped, the emperor rushed forward:

"Madam Shen, Mr. Zhen has brought my daughter to buy food again. Are you going to make cold noodles again today?"

The emperor's heart was set on the rolled cold noodles he hadn't yet tasted.

Last night, he was thinking about where to set up his stall while imagining what it would taste like to make rolled cold noodles, which made him extremely anxious.

"We're not selling rolled cold noodles today," Shen Qing said as he set up his stall. "Today's new item is durian mille-feuille, still from Zhiwei Restaurant."

A hint of regret flashed in the emperor's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation and joy.

"Durian mille-feuille? Does it taste like durian pizza?"

Shen Qing shook his head: "Although they both contain durian, they are completely different delicacies."

The emperor rubbed his hands together, even more excited: "Zhen Baixing wants one portion, no, two portions, and Zhen Baixing's youngest daughter too!"

"How much?"

"Ten coins," Shen Qing casually said.

For this kind of pretend game, the price doesn't matter.

She took out the durian mille-feuille she had already made and sprinkled a layer of white powdered sugar on top.

The durian crepe had been in the ice cellar for three hours. The low temperature allowed the cream to solidify completely, and the pastry absorbed the moisture from the cream, making the whole thing firm and stable.

With one cut, the cut is clean and neat. Upon closer inspection, the crust is a light golden yellow, with a creamy yellow layer of cream and durian pulp between the crusts.

More than a dozen layers of alternating golden and creamy yellow lines are superimposed, and you can vaguely see the small pieces of durian pulp.

The top layer is a thin layer of powdered sugar, it looks absolutely beautiful.

"The aroma is so wonderful, it's intoxicating! Absolutely amazing!" The emperor couldn't help but drool, his eyes fixed on the durian mille-feuille, looking completely infatuated.

He had eaten durian pizza before and was used to the smell of durian. Now, when he smelled this durian mille-feuille, he found it both delicious and intoxicating.

Nangong Yue sniffed the air, frowned slightly, and said with a puzzled look, "Why does it smell strange, Yue'er..."

Before he could finish speaking, Consort Rong covered his mouth.

This child mustn't say anything out of line.

Consort Rong forced a smile and said, "The scent is indeed pleasant, very pleasant, extremely pleasant."

To be honest, the smell is really strange. It smells a bit sweet, but also a bit... well... not exactly bad, just a little odd.

But if His Majesty says it must be fragrant, then it must be fragrant.

"It smells wonderful, so fragrant! I've really learned something new this time..."

As Consort Rong spoke, she looked up and met a furious gaze from afar.

The Empress stood at the entrance of Kunning Palace, her fists clenched and her face full of anger.

Her figure was hidden in the shadows, but her eyes were fixed on the jubilant crowd outside the door.

"That's too much! That's too much! That's absolutely outrageous!"

"Damn it, damn it, utterly damn it!"

"Shen Qing did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose!"

"Such a foul smell, and the emperor is still so obsessed with it? He's gone mad, he must be insane!"

The Empress looked like she was going crazy, muttering to herself, wishing she could rush up and tear Shen Qing to pieces.

As the empress, she was high above everyone else and had never been provoked like this before.

This is an utter disgrace, a truly utter disgrace.

When Consort Tong met the Empress's eyes, the Empress's anger subsided slightly.

A slight smile played on her lips as she silently uttered five words to Consort Rong: "Proceed according to plan."

Consort Rong shuddered again.

She understood the Queen's lip movements.

But she was really scared.

He quickly looked away and turned to see the emperor beside him already eating, munching away as if he hadn't eaten for eight hundred years.

"Little Yue'er, here's your durian mille-feuille." Shen Qing's voice rang out.

She smiled and handed the durian crepe to Nangong Yue.

"Thank you, sister!" Nangong Yue was about to accept it.

Consort Rong was faster; she took the plate before Nangong Yue could.

I was nervous and anxious, as if the durian crepe on the plate was some kind of dangerous contraband.

Shen Qing was a little puzzled, but then she thought that perhaps this Consort Rong was too eager to taste her durian mille-feuille.

That's a good thing, it means her mission can move forward again.

"Don't move, don't move, Yue'er, don't rush to eat, wait until Daddy finishes eating before feeding you!!" the emperor shouted anxiously while wolfing down his food.

His family happiness, his father-daughter relationship, his durian mille-feuille!

Nangong Yue looked on longingly.

She can eat by herself and doesn't need to be fed.

What a strange smell! I really want to taste it.

Consort Rong held the plate, gazing at the durian mille-feuille on it, her mind filled with the Empress's plans.

"His Majesty dotes on the princess. If the princess gets sick from Lady Shen's delicious food, His Majesty will surely be furious."

"Don't worry, it's just some medicine that caused the princess's rash. It looks serious, but it's actually nothing serious."

The Empress's whispered words kept swirling in her mind.

It's just a rash, nothing serious, nothing serious.

Consort Rong kept trying to convince herself, clutching the small packet of poison tightly in her hand, her whole body covered in sweat.

She was always cautious, and this was the first time she had ever done something like this, especially poisoning her own daughter. She felt extremely panicked.

It's just a rash. Once the rash clears up, her Yue'er can grow up happily and freely, and marry into a good family instead of becoming a tool for arranged marriages.

Yes, just this once, just this once.

By helping the Empress this time, life will be much easier from now on.

Consort Rong's hand slowly approached the durian mille-feuille on the plate, her whole body sweating with nervousness, as if she had blocked out everything around her and only had that durian mille-feuille in her eyes.

[Ding—Detected that Consort Rong intends to commit an improper act with Durian Mille Crepe]

[Consort Rong is about to ruin the food! Consort Rong is about to ruin the food! Please stop her, Host! Please stop her immediately!]

Shen Qing was taken aback and looked up at Consort Rong.

Good heavens, she's plotting something improper. Is this Consort Rong someone the Empress's person?

But no matter what, the delicious food she worked so hard to make shouldn't be wasted.

"This... Madam," Shen Qing called out, raising his voice.

The sound was so loud that even the emperor, who was engrossed in his meal, couldn't help but glance at Shen Qing.

He hadn't even swallowed the food in his mouth when he mumbled, "No, it's not Madam, it's my daughter's wet nurse."

Shen Qing: "..."

The emperor really never forgets his public persona.

"This old woman..." Shen Qing called out again.

Consort Rong was startled and quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes darting around: "Madam Shen, I, I, what's wrong?"

I was completely at a loss.

The courage I had just mustered vanished instantly in fright.

Consort Rong's inner monologue: Waaah, this is so hard, why is it so hard...

Why would the Empress assign her such a task? She doesn't know how, she can't do it!

I feel like crying...