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Cai Zhuo, with tears streaming down his face, lifted the bowl, and Qin Mu Hui finally began to sip the soup.
It was a simple old duck and winter melon soup, enhanced with ginger. With only three ingredients, it was remarkably perfect; the fishy taste of the duck was replaced by its fresh aroma, complemented by the sweet flavor of the long-simmered winter melon. The soup was endlessly delightful.
Qin Mu Hui, who generally wasn't fond of soupy dishes, found this one particularly to his liking.
I told Miss Sang that she seemed to be feeling a bit overheated, and she recommended this soup along with a slightly bitter sweet herbal tea prescription. If you still find it hard to sleep at night, let Cai brew some for you. Just remember to have the imperial physician check the prescription before brewing the tea.
Qin Mu Hui made a face. "Isn't it going to be too bitter?"
"Didn't I send you some candies?"
"I think those pastries you sent me a while back were excellent."
"That depends on when Miss Sang has time."
"If there are no pastries, anything else will do. Those scraps from the chicken and duck are also quite tasty, though they are a bit too spicy."
"When I brought them to you back then, you complained."
"I won't complain anymore," Qin Mu Hui winked and added, "In my royal inner palace, strange tales circulate. I wonder if there's a spirit causing trouble. How about asking your Miss Sang to come into the palace and take a look?"
Qi Xiaomian glared at him. "Is that really just so you can see her?"
"Yes."
"She wouldn't care to come anyway."
"Uh, then forget it. Don't glare at me; I'm just curious."
"Hmph! Don't meddle; I know what I'm doing."
"Oh, knowing is good enough."
Qin Mu Hui's attention returned to the dishes on the table. He stared at one particular dish on the right for quite some time; it was topped with a layer of red dried chili segments—he wanted to eat it but hesitated.
"You haven't been able to eat much these days, so I specifically asked her for some dishes that go well with rice. This is boiled beef; don't be fooled by the number of chilies—Miss Sang chose those that are fragrant yet mildly spicy. And this is Kung Pao chicken, sweet and sour with a spicy kick."
As Qi Xiaomian introduced each dish, Qin Mu Hui sampled them one by one without realizing he had devoured two large bowls of rice. He patted his slightly bulging belly in satisfaction and gave Cai Zhuo a knowing glance.
Cai Zhuo then instructed all the palace maids and eunuchs to step outside before tidying up the table himself. After brewing a pot of tea, he too exited and closed the door behind him, standing guard outside.
Qin Mu Hui set aside his earlier carefree demeanor and asked, "Black General, is it true?"
Qi Xiaomian replied, "I entered the palace late because I was waiting for news. Although I learned about it from Miss Sang, I need to investigate further before reporting back to you."
The incident took place in the suburbs of the capital, causing quite a stir, making it easy to investigate. The one who designed the trap for the Black General was a woman from the Demon Catching Family, the Su Family, and it all stemmed from matters of the heart.
Zhou Yunjin truly seemed unaware, or was he simply turning a blind eye? As feelings developed, Zhou Yunjin mostly remained silent and sorrowful, leaving no relevant leverage in his words.
Hmph! He was indeed cautious. That Xiao Hei—Li Cu corrected, saying that Miss Sang had given her a new name, claiming that once an arrow is shot, there is no turning back. The Black General was like that arrow, never to return.
Well, that name was quite fitting; the two characters of Xiao Hei truly did not match the Black General. I had seen it once ten years ago; its eyes revealed an extraordinary intelligence. Later, as it achieved numerous military successes, I began to doubt whether the Black General was really just an ordinary leopard. Thus, I sent the Dragon Guard to observe secretly.
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