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Cooking? Does the princess even know how much this matter concerning the Duke of Yun has affected her? And now she's in the mood to learn to cook?

Seeing that he didn't react, Zheng Zhian turned around and looked at him in confusion.

Ling Fei responded and left.

The kitchen of Muyun Palace.

Xiao Linzi stood at the doorway, looking at the tiny figure that wasn't even as tall as the stove, and paced anxiously back and forth outside the small kitchen.

The sight of the princess holding a kitchen knife and vegetables in her small hands was alarming. It seemed as if the knife was about to slip from her grasp at any moment and injure her. Who could bear the consequences?

The imperial chef, watching her cook, never relaxed his brow. This wasn't learning to cook; it was more like chopping pig feed.

The princess wouldn't let them help, insisting on doing it herself, saying that only then would it be meaningful!

Zheng Zhian put all the chopped vegetables, green peppers, pumpkin, and meat chunks into the pot of porridge.

When the casserole was bubbling away, I picked up an empty bowl and went to the side to fill it with the seasonings I would need.

He muttered to himself, "Salt, sugar... boil it and put it in the pot..."

She poured all the seasoning she had prepared into the pot at once.

The plump royal chef beside her couldn't help but cautiously remind her, "Princess, that's chili powder!"

“I know.” Zheng Zhian added two more large spoonfuls quite naturally.

Everyone watched in disbelief as the once milky white vegetables, chunks of meat, and various herbal porridges quickly turned bright red.

Even Ling Fei, who was guarding the door, couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows. Who would dare to eat this?

Zheng Zhian stirred the contents of the pot with a spoon, looked at the color, and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad."

In her previous life, she lived for over twenty years and had never cooked a meal herself. She never expected to succeed so well on her first try. It seems she does have some talent in cooking.

Feeling it was about time, Zheng Zhian thought he should still ask the professional next to him, "Is it ready?"

It was impossible to tell what was being cooked in the pot anymore. The imperial chef just wanted to get this little tyrant out of there as soon as possible, and said blankly, "Yes, it should be ready."

After saying that, he felt a throbbing in his chest.

Zheng Zhian found a food box, and while packing the food, he instructed, "Go get paper and pen."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Linzi couldn't understand why cooking required writing materials. His doubts remained, so he quickly ordered someone to prepare them.

After serving the freshly cooked delicious food, Zheng Zhian handed the food box to Yingyi, but said to the people around him, "You may all leave."

The group felt as if they had been granted a pardon and disappeared in a few breaths. They were terrified that if they were too slow, they would be called upon to test the poison on themselves!

Seeing the reactions of those people, Zheng Zhi remained unconcerned, casually picked up a small bowl, filled it with water, and looked at Ling Fei.

Ling Fei frowned and subconsciously took two steps back.

Zheng Zhian looked at him with a mocking expression, without saying a word.

After a brief standoff, he raised his hand to take it with the air of a warrior drinking poison, but Zheng Zhian laughed and said, "It's not for you." Then he shouted into the air, "Twelve!"

At that moment, Ling Fei's stiff body finally relaxed, thankfully.

He couldn't help but glance at the man in black who had appeared beside him, a fleeting smile in his eyes.

“Here, Twelve, you’ve worked hard protecting me. Here, take this bowl of nourishing porridge.” Zheng Zhian handed him the small bowl naturally, looking at him with innocent and naive eyes. “Tell them to come out and have a taste too.”

Shadow Twelve respectfully accepted the bowl, but his hand trembled slightly, revealing his true thoughts.

But seeing the princess's expectant look, he was so moved that he bowed his head and said, "Thank you, Princess."

The other seven people in the shadows trembled upon hearing this.

Zheng Zhian laughed and said, "No need to thank me." Then he called out, "You guys come out quickly too."

After the group appeared and bowed respectfully, they entered the room, each carrying a bowl of nourishing porridge. They exchanged glances and said in unison, "Thank you, Princess."

The group secretly masked the smell and gulped it down.

They thought they would be fine after swallowing it, but when their sense of taste was awakened, their mouths were filled with a mix of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors that stretched to the extreme, making even these people who had been living on the edge of death want to cry.

"what about the taste?"

Looking into her clear eyes, they all lowered their heads and said, "It's delicious."

Zheng Zhian nodded in satisfaction and looked at the group, saying, "Go down, but Twelve stays."

Ling Fei stood to the side, a smile playing on his lips.

"Princess?" Not far away, leaning against the archway, Xiao Linzi, holding paper, pen, and inkstone, peeked out and called out softly.

Zheng Zhian gestured for him to put the things on a stone table not far away, then stepped forward and wrote with a brush, “No repeat offenses, no transferring anger.”

He paused, folded the paper in half, put it in the food box, and looked at Twelve, who was standing beside Ling Fei in a daze, "Take this to my father."

"Yes." Shadow Twelve hesitated before taking the food box, then turned and left.

Is this food being sent to the Emperor? Is the princess trying to murder her own father?

He hurried toward the Imperial Study, feeling a gradual heat rising within him... He quickly suppressed it with his internal energy.

I almost fell in the dark, but luckily I managed to stay calm. No wonder it's called the "Ten-Ingredient Nourishing Porridge"...

In the imperial study, Zheng Hongyuan looked at the person kneeling on the ground, his deep eyes fixed on him. "Did Le'an send you?"

The princess nodded. "She personally prepared a nourishing porridge and had her servants deliver it."

Liu Fuquan stepped forward and took the food box. Following a signal from his superior, he opened the food box and saw a folded piece of paper. He took it out and handed it over.

Then he opened the rice bowl containing the porridge, and what he saw was red. Could this stuff be eaten? Judging by its appearance, he didn't even need to test it for poison...

I'm really afraid that if he takes one bite, he'll lose his life here.

After reading the scribbles on the paper, Zheng Hongyuan chuckled and looked at the person holding the small bowl. "What's wrong?"

With a determined look, Liu Fu tilted his head back and drank the contents of the small bowl, instantly adding more wrinkles to his already weathered face.

He paused for a moment, then spoke with difficulty, "Your Majesty, this, you, this..." He couldn't very well say that the porridge the princess made was so hard to swallow that even the pigs in the palace wouldn't eat it!

"Bring it here." Seeing his expression, Zheng Hongyuan became even more curious.

What kind of food could make him like this?

Liu Fuquan presented the food as instructed, but at the last moment he tried to stop her, saying, "Your Majesty, this is the princess's first time cooking, and the taste... you..."

"It's kind of her to go to such lengths. It seems that sending her to Muyun Palace is still the best course of action..." Zheng Hongyuan took the bowl, looked at the contents, and paused in his speech.

Shadow Twelve sat to the lower left, his head lowered even further, his eyes fixed on the marble floor.

Even so, Zheng Hongyuan still used a spoon to scoop some up and tasted it.

Bang~

The bowl was slammed onto the table. Zheng Hongyuan picked up the teacup beside him and gulped down several cups of strong tea before he felt the strange taste in his mouth fade a bit. He looked down at the person with a deep gaze and asked, "What did you do to offend her?"

Otherwise, why would they send him to do something so suicidal?

Liu Fuquan looked sympathetically at the person below him. He had just glanced at what the princess had written, which seemed to be an apology, but it also mentioned that the emperor was angry with the Duke of Yun and had such food sent to him.

Clearly, she was angry with the Emperor; no wonder she didn't have Ling Fei deliver it this time.

Upon hearing this, Ying Twelve realized that she had been tricked by the princess. Recalling that she had been in the shadows ever since she was assigned to her side, she whispered, "What haven't I done?"

His tone even carried a hint of innocence.