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The Office of Censors, responsible for monitoring officials, impeaching them, and surveilling the common people, was a department under the Emperor's Ears and Eyes. As the Emperor grew more reliant on it, its power expanded significantly, leading to widespread discontent among ministers and citizens alike.
"Do you still dare to open a place like this?" Most people would take a detour around here; where would the customers come from?
"How could there be no customers? You were all drawn in by the aroma." The woman entered through the passageway, estimating that it was about time. She went back into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot simmering with braised delicacies, and an intense meaty fragrance burst forth, instantly amplifying tenfold.
Xiao Hua prepared a golden crumbly layered pastry that was first fried and then baked until it was irresistibly crispy. She stuffed it with bean curd skin soaked in braising sauce and fried egg. In addition to this vegetarian flaky pastry, she also made varieties with beef, pig head meat, red oil pig ear with lettuce shreds, and steamed pork with rice flour.
With seven or eight different flavors in total, she presented over sixty flaky pastries on the table.
Qilang first pushed one toward the man beside him. The woman took the opportunity to glance over.
This man truly had an impressive appearance. Tall and robust in a black robe, his face was chiseled like a sculpture. Beneath his sharp brows lay a pair of long and sentimental peach blossom eyes that seemed cold and indifferent. The longer she looked, the more she felt an unsettling chill emanating from him.
This man was not to be trifled with.
She naturally withdrew her gaze, but the man's scrutiny of her continued, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
The woman's calm demeanor surprised Qi Xiaomian slightly. He showed no outward reaction but picked up a red oil pig ear with lettuce shreds pastry and a beef one from the platter.
Only then did Qilang allow others to share the pastries.
As the pastries melted in their mouths, the woman received a wave of compliments. Once everyone had tasted them, she resumed her earlier conversation casually. "Just the day before yesterday, The Office of Censors dealt with an official who was led out in handcuffs. The street was packed with people throwing rotten eggs and vegetables."
"So you see, it's not that customers entirely avoid this route; they just lack a reason to come here."
"Moreover," she added, "with The Office of Censors keeping watch here, my snack bar can actually benefit from avoiding troublemakers."
Qilang nodded instinctively. He had to admit that this Miss had quite a clever mind; while others viewed The Office of Censors as a plague, she had found a way to see it as a guardian instead.
It was rather interesting.
"I'll get some buns for you all," she said.
"Also bring more pastries!" everyone urged eagerly.
The Black Knights left at dawn. After Qi Xiaomian mounted his horse, he glanced back at the small eatery and instructed his subordinate Qi Shuo, "Investigate!"
Who to investigate? Naturally, it was Miss from the Small Tavern. Beautiful, young, single, bold, and skilled, she had the audacity to open a tavern in such a place. It was only right to look into her background for peace of mind.
When Qi Xiaomian entered the Holy Court, the preliminary information about the woman was handed to him. Sang Qingxiao? Sang was quite an unusual surname. Considering that his family’s Marquis often dealt with Border Defense and had little understanding of the Court, Qi Shuo provided more details. Upon seeing this surname, he recalled the former Prince Jing's Residence, as it was quite rare. However, among the surviving members of the Sang Family, there were no girls of such a young age; there was indeed a boy of similar age.
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