Why am I, a cook, always involved in cases?

As the morning light dimmed, a crisp sound broke the silence in the Glazed Palace.

A bowl of carefully prepared health-preserving porridge fell to the ground, mixed with scented tea and fruit puree, staining Lin Zhiruo's dress with spots.

"How dare you serve such crude food to the imperial concubine?" A heavily made-up palace maid glared at him. She was the personal maid of Imperial Concubine Pinglan.

Lin Zhiruo sighed silently, squatted down and began to clean up the mess on the ground.

The Glass Palace was filled with hostile gazes everywhere.

Just last night, the Emperor visited Concubine Yuyao's bedroom.

Lin Zhiruo tasted the meal as usual and was about to leave when the emperor called her back.

"I heard that you are quite famous in the imperial kitchen." This was the first time she was summoned by the emperor.

Although the emperor is over thirty years old, he is still the ruler of a country, and all the beauties in the harem are attracted to him.

But Lin Zhiruo was thinking in her heart: "The Emperor's beard is really long. I wonder what it feels like to touch it."

"What are your commands, Your Majesty?" She bowed her head respectfully, knowing that she was of low status and dared not overstep her bounds in the slightest.

"Noble Concubine Pinglan is not feeling well. Would you like to go and see her?" asked the emperor.

It was difficult to disobey the emperor's will, so Lin Zhiruo had no choice but to respond, "As you wish."

The meaning behind the word "take a look" is self-evident.

Although Concubine Pinglan is no longer favored, the emperor must still have some affection for her, or he may be concerned about her prominent family background.

In any case, if she cannot be cured, Lin Zhiruo will inevitably have a miserable end.

Lin Zhiruo immediately began to adjust Concubine Pinglan's diet.

She went to the imperial kitchen in person and ordered someone to prepare a bowl of health-preserving porridge with yam as the main ingredient, accompanied by light flower tea and fresh fruit.

These are ingredients she carefully selected, which are easy to digest and can replenish physical strength.

However, these carefully prepared meals were ruthlessly spilled on the ground by the palace maids.

In the eyes of the maids in the Liuli Palace, Lin Zhiruo was just a maid serving Concubine Yuyao, and they were full of hostility towards everything about her.

Lin Zhiruo suppressed her anger and silently cleaned up the mess on the ground.

Other maids brought exquisite snacks to Concubine Pinglan, but soon, the snacks were sent out intact.

Lin Zhiruo wanted to go in and see how the imperial concubine was doing, but the maids surrounded the bed and did not move an inch.

Although they appeared respectful, they obstructed him at every turn.

What’s even more infuriating is that they also applied thick powder on the sick imperial concubine’s face, causing her to cough incessantly.

It was clearly their fault, but they blamed it on the bad air.

Lin Zhiruo was driven out and leaned against the wall, secretly pondering her fate.

At this moment, a gentle voice was heard.

"It looks like you're in trouble." Quan Wushuang approached with a smile.

"Is it that obvious?" Lin Zhiruo responded coldly.

"That's true." Quan Wushuang's eyes were fixed on her, causing Lin Zhiruo to avoid his gaze involuntarily.

"Who is that bitch?" A low curse came from the distance. It was the maid who spilled the food.

The atmosphere around was suffocating, and the jealousy of women was so terrible.

Just when Lin Zhiruo was feeling uneasy, Quan Wushuang whispered in her ear, "Go in."

Before she could react, she was pushed into the room.

The maids in the room stared at her with hostility, but when they saw Quan Wushuang, their faces were immediately filled with flattering smiles.

"It is not wise to disobey the emperor's will." Quan Wushuang said lightly, and the maids withdrew one after another after hearing this.

Lin Zhiruo walked to Concubine Pinglan's bed and gently held her delicate and weak hand.

Although she is just a cook, her years of experience in tasting ingredients have made her well aware of the characteristics of food.

Concubine Pinglan closed her eyes, as if she had lost interest in the food.

Lin Zhiruo carefully observed the imperial concubine's face and noticed that her complexion was darker than usual.

"Her complexion...seems to be worse than a few days ago." Lin Zhiruo's heart tightened and she turned to the maids and asked.

"Are you responsible for preparing meals for the imperial concubine?" she asked.

"Yes, this is my duty." The maid replied with some fear.

"I think you're a dung beetle in a wheel rut!"

"what is this?"

"That's it....you're just an idiot!"

Lin Zhiruo smiled coldly and raised her hand to give him a loud slap.

"You...you dare to hit someone?" the other maids exclaimed.

"I'm just punishing a fool who doesn't know how to live or die." Lin Zhiruo grabbed the maid's bun and dragged her to the food table.

She opened an exquisite food box and poured all the greasy fried food inside on the maid.

The hot grease splashed everywhere and the maid started coughing immediately.

"Now you can be as beautiful as the imperial concubine." Lin Zhiruo said with a sneer.

"These greasy foods will cause indigestion and persistent coughing, and will make you, like the imperial concubine, gradually lose weight."

"Impossible..." the maid, covered in grease, said in horror.

"How dare you say you don't know these foods are harmful? I warned you a long time ago!" Lin Zhiruo was furious.

"This is the most exquisite dessert. I thought the imperial concubine would like it." The maid defended.

"Who would like food that kills them?" Lin Zhiruo let go of her hand and shouted, "Go rinse your mouth and wash your face!"

Watching the maid run out of the room crying, Lin Zhiruo turned to others.

"Why don't you clean it up quickly? These greasy foods will harm the imperial concubine!"

The maids were so frightened that they frantically searched for cleaning tools.

Lin Zhiruo folded her arms and snorted coldly.

In this chaos, only Quan Wushuang remained calm and composed...