Chapter 3 — In my previous life, I fought for three generations of queens, but in this life I just want to eat my fill

Throwing into the harem, the beauties gathered like a forest immediately drowned in the crowd. Absolutely no capital to make the emperor unforgettable. So in the end, why? Can't think about it, definitely don't think about it anymore. Regardless of the reason, our goal is to surrender, to stay away from the center of the vortex. ...long set, 3OO Spicy chili pepper... First step, avoid petting. As long as the emperor doesn't come, I'm safe. So, we begin a series of "self-destructing image" operations. The emperor sent someone to spread the word, saying he would stop by and sit for a while after dinner. I immediately hugged my stomach, my face was pale, my breath was weak and I told the eunuch: "Your Majesty... I would like to inform your Majesty... this servant... my servant suddenly has a stomach ache, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I ate something inappropriate... I really don't dare to defile the holy hall... cough cough cough..." To make it look more realistic, for lunch I deliberately drank two bowls of chilled sour apricot juice. The effect is extremely obvious. That night, the emperor did not come. Thinh Truc Hien has calm winds and calm waves. After a few days, the emperor seemed to have "forgotten" my existence. Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, he ordered Cong Phuc An to bring me a plate of Pi La cherry cake, which was said to be a new tribute from Giang Nam, extremely rare. The clear crust covers the red cherry filling, just looking at it is enough to make people crave it. I stared at that breakfast plate, swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Then right before the stunned eyes of Duke Phuc An and Xuan Dao, I stretched out my hands like cat claws, one in each hand, grabbed the Pi La cake and stuffed it straight into my mouth. Eat until the juice flows freely, covering your face and hands. Absolutely no image left. Finally, he intentionally burped loudly. The smile on Phuc An Cong Cong's face stiffened, the corner of his mouth twitched a few times.

“Little master Shen… you… take it slow…”

"It's so delicious. Thank you Your Majesty for the reward."

I put on a face like a calico cat, smiling carefreely, "Look, Duke, I've eaten it all, it's not a waste." The Duke of Phuc An almost ran away in disarray. I think this time is probably enough to make him nauseous. An unbearably vulgar and insatiable princess, the emperor would have to stay three meters away as long as he had a little bit of aesthetic taste. The truth proves that I underestimated the emperor's level of strangeness. Or to be more precise, Tieu Dien's. A few days later, the Internal Affairs Department sent another batch of items. Not silk brocade. It's not even jewelry. It's two big round boxes full of breakfast. Duke Phuc An personally brought it, the look on his face is difficult to describe in words.

“Little master Shen, your majesty said… last time you seemed to like the Pi La cake very much, so I specially ordered Ngu Thien Phong to make a few more styles, so that you… satisfy your cravings.”

I looked into the food box, all kinds of exquisite cakes and fruits were displayed, I almost couldn't breathe. Flower waffles, red apple cakes, royal bean curds, milk cakes... These are all my favorite dishes in my previous life. Especially that plate of golden crab shell cake, the spongy and fragrant crust, is the most suitable dish that I only occasionally ate in my previous life after I was crowned queen. A stream of cold air rushed straight from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. It's really not good at all. How can he know my taste? It's also this kind of delicate hobby, something that's only possible know after living together for a long time. That wild thought once again emerged uncontrollably, like a vine wrapping tightly around my heart. No, it can't be. I forced myself to calm down. Maybe just a coincidence. Or... he sent someone to investigate me. Yes, definitely an investigation. If the emperor wanted to find out the background and interests of a little princess, it would be as easy as turning his hand. Even though this explanation is so forced, it's hard to believe why he had to investigate me, and even investigate so thoroughly. But compared to reincarnation, this reason is still more reasonable. I suppressed the turbulent waves in my heart and forced out a stiff smile at Cong Phuc An: "Thank you... Your Majesty." Cong Phuc An looked at me, his eyes complicated, wanting to stop talking, in the end he just sighed softly, bowed and left. I stared at those two big boxes full of breakfast, like I was looking at two boxes of poison.