The night was secluded and cool, and it was already midnight.
In the Imperial Palace Garden, many palace buildings had extinguished their candles, but the Imperial Kitchens located on the East Palace Road, surrounded by the South Three Institutes, were brightly lit, shining as brightly as day. Smoke wafted up from the chimneys, and the Imperial Chefs were busy yet orderly, their expressions anxious as the sounds of pots and pans clanged.
"The braised venison is ready, quickly take it to Your Majesty."
"The bear paw is also ready, Xiaolizi, come over and drizzle some sauce to take it to Your Majesty."
"Clean the bird's nest properly; if Your Majesty eats something with feathers, be careful of your heads."
"What's up with Your Majesty tonight? Eating so much."
"Slap, dare to gossip about Your Majesty, which eunuch are you following, such a loose tongue."
"..."
