"Empress! No need to go, the Lonely King will instruct the Imperial Kitchen to send food."
Emperor Zhao hurriedly called out to stop her, not wanting her to do these things.
Ever since the two had a cold war and lived apart, all the food in the Peony Palace was simply fresh ingredients delivered by the Imperial Kitchen, and if the Empress wanted to eat, she had to do it herself.
This was also what Ji Yanhong said, those devoted to Buddhism emphasize doing things personally, how can one just sit and enjoy the fruits of others' labor?
Therefore, in this Peony Palace, there wasn't even a single servant.
Thinking of this, a trace of guilt surged in Emperor Zhao's heart.
"Yes."
The Empress held the Crown Prince's hand and sat down again, "Would Your Majesty like some water? I have no tea here, only water to entertain guests. I hope Your Majesty won't mind."
What she said was more like stabbing a knife into Emperor Zhao's heart.
"No problem."
