Watching Bai Lingmiao leave the kitchen with the food box, Chun Xiaoman let out a soft sigh. She truly didn't understand why Miaomiao liked Senior Brother Li so much.
But soon, Chun Xiaoman's mood brightened again. As long as Miaomiao and Senior Brother Li were both fine, that was better than anything. All she hoped now was that the two of them would live a good life together from now on.
Miaomiao was safe, Senior Brother Li was still alive, and Gao Zhijian had become Emperor—everything had gotten better. The heavy stone that had weighed on her heart for so long finally lifted, and even her thoughts felt a bit lighter.
"Bird's nest porridge? What does it even taste like?" Chun Xiaoman looked at the leftover porridge in the pot, picked up a wooden spoon, scraped up a bit, and put it in her mouth. "Not that great, really. It doesn't taste like anything."
Just as she said this, she suddenly saw someone arrive at the door of the Imperial Kitchen—it was Gao Zhijian, and he was alone.
