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

"Your Majesty, is this true?"

Quan Wushuang asked softly, his eyes fixed on the middle-aged king with a gorgeous beard sitting on the couch.

He was nodding slightly with a leisurely look.

This scene took place in a quiet hall deep in the palace.

Although the space is compact, the view is wide, and even the smallest objects cannot escape the sight.

The emperor poured the amber wine into the crystal clear glass cup alone.

Then he slowly lay down on a luxurious couch inlaid with exquisite ivory carvings, demonstrating supreme honor.

Although Quan Wushuang was in the same room with the most noble person in the world, he still remained calm and composed.

However, this indifference only lasted for a moment.

The emperor stroked his beautiful beard lightly, a slightly provocative smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

That smile seemed to carry an aura of "not to be underestimated", yet it blended perfectly with the demeanor of this supreme being.

"So, what are your plans? You are just a cook in my kitchen."

There was a hint of joking in the emperor's words.

Faced with these extremely provocative words, Quan Wushuang wanted to smile bitterly in his heart, but a fairy-like smile bloomed on his face.

He is absolutely confident in his appearance.

Ironically, what he truly desires remains out of reach.

No matter how hard he tried, he could only become a scholar but not a genius. In the end, he was only slightly better than ordinary people.

However, his unparalleled appearance once made him dissatisfied, but he has now let it go.

Since both wisdom and martial arts are among the talents of a scholar, then he might as well make use of his other talents - he thought secretly in his heart.

Thus, Quan Wushuang became the most beautiful steward in the harem.

He used his seductive eyes and sweet voice to fully display the rare charm of a man.

"I will certainly obey your order." Quan Wushuang saluted the emperor with a graceful but sharp smile.

The emperor held the wine in his mouth, as if saying with a smile: Let's see what you do.

Quan Wushuang knew very well that he was just a chess piece in the emperor's huge chess game, struggling hard in his huge palm.

No matter what, he must obey the emperor's will. This is both his duty and the agreement between him and the emperor.

Quan Wushuang must win this agreement; it is the only way for him to control his own destiny.

Perhaps there were other ways, but as a mortal he had no way of knowing, so he chose this path.

Quan Wushuang raised his glass and took a sip. The sweet wine moistened his throat, and a smile that looked like an angel bloomed on his face.

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"Come on, take this too, and that too. Oh, and don't leave this behind either."

Pieces of luggage were thrown at her, and Lin Zhiruo could not help but step back repeatedly.

Xiao He hurriedly stuffed all the rouge, powder, clothes and jewelry into her hands.

They were currently in Xiaohe's boudoir in the Qinglu Pavilion.

"I don't need so many, sister." Lin Zhiruo said as she put the cosmetics thrown to her back on the shelf in the room one by one.

Seeing this, Xiao He rebuked helplessly, "What do you mean it's unusable? When we get there, anyone can use something better than this. You should dress up properly too."

"Only those prostitutes would dress up so beautifully to go to work." Lin Zhiruo muttered softly.

She was looking around, looking for an opportunity to mix the ingredients she had picked yesterday, when suddenly a wooden slip flew towards her.

Although Sister Xiaohe is considerate, she has a rather impatient temper.

"You, it's so rare that someone gives you such a good opportunity, but you don't know how to prepare well to be worthy of this position?

How many people in this world want your position so badly? You have to be grateful for this every day, otherwise those distinguished guests will be scared away by you."

"...I understand." Lin Zhiruo lowered her head in embarrassment.

Whether it is the madam or Xiao He, the educational methods of Qinglvguan seem a bit rough.

But what Xiaohe said made a lot of sense.

Lin Zhiruo picked up the wooden slip and saw that it was covered with traces of repeated writing and scraping, and had become pitch black.

But on this mottled wooden slip, there is a poem written in beautiful handwriting.

Although Xiao He is at the age where she should consider retirement, she is still popular in Beijing because of her talent.

She was good at poetry and singing, and was proficient in Go, Shogi and other skills to please the guests.

She doesn't sell her body, she only sells her art.

"It's rare to work in a good place, you have to earn more money." Xiao He's tone became gentle and considerate.

She gently stroked Lin Zhiruo's cheek with her painted nails and tucked her messy hair behind her ears.

Although Lin Zhiruo returned to the brothel after many twists and turns, she did not expect that she would enter the palace again.

To others, this is undoubtedly a rare and good job.

No wonder Xiao He's eyes were so serious. "...Yeah." Lin Zhiruo nodded obediently.

Xiao He's face showed a gentle and generous smile. "Then, you must find a good home. There must be many rich and powerful people there.

Oh, and it would be even better if you could bring some distinguished guests with you."

There was a hint of cunning in that smile.

Miss Xiaohe's giggling laughter made Lin Zhiruo feel that she was somewhat similar to the madam.

Perhaps, prostitution requires strength to survive, and they are all like this.

In the end, Lin Zhiruo was forced to stuff all her clothes, cosmetics and other items into a large cloth bag and take it back.

She staggered back to her shabby home carrying her heavy bag.

The nosy eunuch actually took Lin Zhiruo's half-joking words seriously.

He displayed enough gold, silver and treasures to pay off his debts in front of the madam, and also thoughtfully brought precious food as gifts.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he had put his fingerprint on the contract.

So, Lin Zhiruo had to go back to the palace to work again.