I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Mr. Mo was dressed in the light gray robe of a low-level eunuch. He stood at the end of the team with a half-bowed body and a low-brow look on his face, which was particularly dazzling in her eyes.

When she looked at him in astonishment, he seemed to sense something. As soon as he looked at her, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his cold face seemed to be broken at this moment.

Their sight was about to disappear at the touch of a button, but both of them felt a turmoil in their hearts.

Luo Qianhuai's heart was like a mirror. Master Mo was so surprised, which meant that he had other motives for entering the palace. He didn't even know that he was in the palace at the moment, otherwise he shouldn't have behaved like this.

There was nothing wrong with her judgment. In Mr. Mo's impression, Luo Qianhuai should still be in prison in Changling City at this moment. It happened that urgent news came from the palace, and he had to take the risk to enter the palace, so he had specifically told Xing Ting to take more care of her and make plans after he left the palace.

But what happened? Why did Mrs. Luo appear here, disguised as an ordinary palace maid, and was about to sneak into Yu Jin's palace?

Did she know Yu Jin's future identity and wanted to get close to him, or did she simply want to eliminate trouble for herself?

But he doesn't actually need her to put herself in danger. Even if he wants power again, it's not now, let alone this way.

He was thinking a lot in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface. He followed Superintendent Jiao to the side hall on the west side of Chengming Hall.

As usual, Superintendent Jiao assigned envoys to all the eunuchs, and made a special mention: "The servants in Chengming Hall have been changing frequently recently. Since you are newly recommended from various places, you must be 120% energetic." Wait, otherwise no one will be able to protect you if something happens!"

As if in response to his words, a shrill cry suddenly came from outside the palace: "Your Majesty, please spare me, I know you were wrong~"

The sound suddenly stopped, probably because something had blocked his mouth, and then there was the whistling sound of the torture stick cutting through the air, and the muffled sound of hitting the flesh hard. One after another, it rang forty or fifty times before it stopped.

There was no need for Superintendent Jiao to say anything more. The eunuchs were already silent, and the joy of being selected into the Chengming Hall was long gone.

"Now that you understand, let's get to work." Supervisor Jiao waved his hand, and someone would take them away to familiarize themselves with the corresponding duties.

"Du Mo, you stay." Inspector Jiao called Mr. Mo inadvertently and took him into the inner room.

Luo Qianhuai followed Mr. Zheng for more than a quarter of an hour before entering another palace. The regulations of this palace are slightly smaller than that of Jiaofang Palace, but there are guards inside and outside, and the palace staff perform their duties. The corridors of the palace are cleaned as if they were new, which is far superior to the dilapidated Jiaofang Palace.

Luo Qianhuai had long guessed that His Highness the Eighth Prince would probably be the next monarch of Dayu, and he did not dare to neglect him in the slightest.

She was led into the small kitchen in the back.

"Except for the Chengming Hall, only the Qilin Hall in this palace has a small kitchen, which shows His Majesty's favor towards our Highness."

Zheng Shaojian, who brought her here, sounded quite proud: "In this palace right now, there are countless people who want to enter the Qilin Palace. Jin'er, whether you can stay or not depends on yourself. It’s up to you.”

"Just cook all the food you know how to cook. If you can win the favor of His Highness, your good days will come. If not... then just ask for your blessings."

After Zheng Shaojian said this, he turned around and looked at the housekeeper who had been bowing and smiling since he came in: "Let her cook whatever she wants. You must cooperate with whatever ingredients are needed. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" The grandma smiled so hard that her face froze: "Don't worry, Young Supervisor Zheng, I understand the importance and will definitely let His Highness eat a delicious meal!"

"So much the better."

There were really not many people in the small kitchen. Apart from Luo Qianhuai and Nanny Meng, who was in charge, there were also a man and a woman. Both of them were transferred from the palace's Chief Food Supervisor. The male is Chef Duan, who is good at all kinds of dinner dishes, and the other is Chef Xu who specializes in white dishes and is responsible for making various pasta and desserts.

For Luo Qianhuai, the little palace maid who came by air, the two of them just said hello lightly and went about their business without paying much attention to it.

"Originally, there were four others...who were not very good at their craftsmanship and angered His Highness. They were sent to Ye Ting with a plank. I don't know if they are still alive."

Nanny Meng stared at Luo Qianhuai with a half-smile and said, expecting to see fear in the little girl's eyes, but she was disappointed.

Luo Qianhuai understood that people have small thoughts, even in this small kitchen.

She had no intention of staying long, so she didn't care, but she didn't have a good impression of His Highness the Eighth Prince who treated human life as nothing at a young age.

"Is Aunt Meng an old man in the palace?" She asked in a low voice, "Can you tell me a little bit about His Highness's usual eating habits?"

Luo Qianhuai had not watched the TV series in his previous life for nothing, and he knew some of the rules of survival in the palace. As she asked, she took out a few golden beans from her sleeve and quietly put them into Nanny Meng's hand.

Grandma Meng looked at her in surprise, as if she didn't expect that she would be so smart. The golden beans disappeared from her hand in an instant, and a sincere smile appeared on her face.

Since he is a sensible person, there is no harm in staying.

"His Highness has a light taste, and likes fresh and salty food, as well as sweets. By the way, his favorite dish was fermented rice dumplings in the past, but... from now on, no one can make it to suit his taste."

This taste really matches the characteristics of Hangzhou cuisine.

Luo Qianhuai's brain flashed and he drew up a long list of ingredients and gave it to Nanny Meng to prepare.

The ingredients were prepared very quickly, and there were some that were not available in the small kitchen. All you had to do was send a message to the Food Supervisor, and someone would naturally pick up the best ones and send them over.

At the moment, the only prince left in Xijing is Yu Jin. His Majesty is already old and loves him extremely. The palace has not been a place for fools since ancient times. Everyone knows who to please.

That's why Mother Meng envied the luck of the little palace maid in front of her before. You have to know how many people tried their best to squeeze in, but this Jin'er was chosen because she was from the same place as Wang Meiren and had a similar family background. Come here.

It's not easy to say whether he can stay, or whether he can save his life.

She does have an indescribable and difficult-to-paint appearance. Even if you put it in the entire Weiyang Palace, it is very outstanding. But how old is the Eighth Prince? He is not enlightened in that aspect at all. If you are tired of it, what do you care? The fairies and beauties were also beaten to death and thrown out.

The life of the palace man is worthless. If he dies, he will die. No one will even mention his name.

Luo Qianhuai never thought that Mother Meng had so many twists and turns in her heart. Although Yu Jin was a spoiled brat, when he thought about his mother being killed by his father for his throne, it was inevitable that he would feel some sympathy.

Children under ten years old are most attached to their mothers. He doesn't think about food or tea at the moment, probably because he misses his late mother.

So she tried her best to prepare more than ten Hangzhou dishes and snacks, and presented them at noon.