After putting on his clothes one by one, Chen Yuan turned around and saw the Noble Consort, who was quite satisfied after eating that dish, still not awake, her face slightly flushed, and her long hair in disarray.
Beside her was a decorative fish tank, with fish floating belly up, slowly bobbing as though dead, which was quite normal.
Because Chen Yuan could clearly see that the fish's mouth was swollen like a peach.
Who knows what it had eaten...
Chen Yuan shook his head, not bothering further, and as he stood up, he felt some soreness in his lower back, for the dish had truly exhausted his culinary skills.
Before walking out of the room while supporting himself on the wall, Chen Yuan drew the curtain. That dead fish mouth must not be seen by outsiders, lest it causes trouble, and just as he closed the door.
The old steward of the mansion approached him, bowing and saying:
"Marquis."
"What is it?"
Chen Yuan asked with an unchanged expression.
