The weak prince's queen

"Princess, where are we going today?" Dong'er blinked her big eyes and asked Chu Xiyue curiously.

"Well... the dead are gone, and the living remain. Since grandma has left, I must turn my sorrow into strength and live well. Besides, I promised you before that I would cook some delicious food, so let's fulfill this promise today!" Chu Xiyue replied with a forced smile.

"Okay, Princess, whatever you want to do, Dong'er will fully support you!" Dong'er said firmly.

"Then let's go to the kitchen now! Oh, but we have to wait a moment, my hairstyle seems to be a little wrong." Chu Xiyue suddenly realized that her hair was a little messy, so she quickly tied it into a bun.

"Princess, your hairstyle is so unique. This is the first time I've seen it!" Dong'er looked at Chu Xiyue in surprise, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Haha, do you think it looks good? I'll teach you how to tie this hairstyle some other day." Chu Xiyue smiled proudly.

"Okay, Princess. Can we go to the kitchen now?" Dong'er asked expectantly.

"Of course, let's go!" Chu Xiyue smiled and led Dong'er to the kitchen.

When they arrived at the kitchen, the palace's servants were stunned, their eyes fixed on Chu Xiyue. They weren't surprised for any other reason, but rather by her unique hairstyle. But they quickly recovered and hurriedly bowed and greeted Chu Xiyue.

"You all go and do other things. The kitchen is left to me today." Chu Xiyue said confidently.

"But the prince's lunch..." a kitchen maid said a little embarrassedly. She thought to herself that this was no small matter. If she delayed the prince's meal, she would be blamed for it!

"Hand them all over to me." Chu Xiyue said firmly.

"But..." The housekeeper was still a little worried.

"Don't worry, Ma'am. Since the princess has said so, you can rest assured." Dong'er said with a smile.

Having said that, the housekeeper could no longer insist and had to take the servants and leave.

"Princess, what should we do then?" Dong'er asked curiously.

"Let me see if there is any chicken." Chu Xiyue said as she started looking for ingredients.

At this moment, Mo Feng heard the report from the servants and couldn't help but wonder what the princess was going to do in the kitchen, so he hurried to the kitchen to check the situation.

At this moment, Chu Xiyue happened to catch a glimpse of Mo Feng standing outside the door.

"Dong'er, someone is here to help." Chu Xiyue's eyes lit up, a sly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she looked straight at Mo Feng.

Seeing this, Dong'er hurriedly walked forward and pulled Mo Feng in front of her.

"Mo Feng, you've come at the right time. This task will be left to you." As soon as Dong'er finished speaking, she handed the kitchen knife in her hand to Mo Feng.

Mo Feng took the kitchen knife and turned his gaze to the chicken that suddenly appeared in front of him. He instantly understood the meaning.

"As the commander of the prince's personal guards, how can you ask me to kill a chicken? If this matter gets out, how will I save face?" Mo Feng said in a firm tone with a look of resistance on his face.

"Stop talking nonsense and get started!" Chu Xiyue urged.

"But Princess... this... I'm really not good at this. I'm good at killing people, but I've never tried killing a chicken." Mo Feng explained with a feeling of grievance, his expression looking very helpless.

"Just make do with it and move faster." Chu Xiyue responded, with an unquestionable firmness in her tone.

"I...I...ah..." Mo Feng had no choice but to compromise. He gripped the knife tightly, his eyes filled with fear and hesitation, as if he was facing not a chicken, but a terrifying enemy.

After a lot of struggle and hesitation, Mo Feng finally gathered up his courage and swung the knife in his hand, pointing it at the chicken. However, due to excessive nervousness, his hands were shaking, causing the blade to sway in the air.

Finally, Mo Feng closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and swung his knife with all his might, chopping the chicken accurately. With a crisp sound, the chicken's head instantly fell to the ground, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Mo Feng looked at his masterpiece, and a sense of accomplishment surged in his heart. Although it was just a chicken, it was a major breakthrough for him.

"Puchi..." Dong'er stood aside and witnessed the whole process. When she saw a few chicken feathers stuck on Mo Feng's head, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Dong'er, don't laugh at Mo Feng. It's not easy for him either." Chu Xiyue gently reproached, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Dong'er still walked forward with a smile and helped Mo Feng remove the chicken feathers stuck on his hair.

"Mo Feng, eat a few more pieces of chicken later." Chu Xiyue said gently, with a smile in her eyes.