Chapter 8
When it was over and I stepped out of the hall, the younger palace maids crowded around me, eager to please.
“Auntie, Her Highness has bestowed dishes upon us again. There’s Squirrel Mandarin Fish, your favorite.”
“In our palace, only Auntie is so favored by Her Highness. This Squirrel Mandarin Fish is sent every single time.”
I looked at their young, innocent faces with a faint smile and said, “You all eat it. No need to save any for me.”
“Why? Doesn’t Auntie love this fish the most?”
No, it wasn’t that I loved it; it was that Pei Qi loved it. The Imperial Consort kept him in her thoughts, which was why the fish appeared every time.
In the beginning, the fish was eaten quite a bit, but as the days passed, it remained more and more untouched.
I looked at the plum blossoms, nearly half of which had drifted to the ground, and said with a smile, “Perhaps… I’ve grown tired of it.”