Chapter 16 — The Emperor swore not to let me become a concubine, but as soon as he met, he demanded to become a concubine

I raised my head and puffed my chest out, speaking eloquently and full of reason.

"This palace is going to deliver a love dinner to Your Majesty. What should I do? Any ideas?"

Everyone: “……” Don't dare to have, don't dare to have. Wait for me to go to the door of Duong Tam palace. I just saw Lam Nguyet Dao also standing there, holding a bowl of soup in her hand. She saw me and was a little stunned. Immediately after, a weak and self-pitying expression appeared.

“Your Highness the Queen…”

As soon as I saw this standard green tea look on her face, I immediately got angry. I put my food box in front of her.

"See? Dong Pha sausage!"

“Your Majesty's favorite dish!”

“I did it myself!”

Lam Nguyet Dao looked at the sausage in my food box, bigger than her face. Looking again at the clear and bland bowl of "ginseng stewed chicken soup" in my hand. Her face turned white and white again. She bit her lip, tears began to form in her eyes again.

“Your Majesty, you… how could you be like that…”

"Brother Triet's body is not feeling well, he needs to eat and drink sparingly. Is... isn't this person harming him?"

I smiled coldly.

“Whether Your Majesty's dragon body is safe or not, this palace knows better than you.”

"What Your Majesty lacks now is not frugality, but fat, protein, and joy!"

"This bowl of soup is as light as your water. Your Majesty will only be more unhappy if you drink it!"

The two of us are struggling in front of the door. The electric door "squeaked" and opened. Tieu Triet came out. He saw the two of us and was also stunned. Lam Nguyet Dao immediately seemed to have found someone to back her up and rushed forward.

"Brother Triet! Quickly look at the Queen! She... she actually wants to feed you such greasy food!"

“How can your body stand it!”

She cried while talking, crying until she cried. I held my box of food, standing next to her coldly watching her performance. I want to check it out. This time, Tieu Triet will choose her bowl of clear soup, or choose my sausage. This is a losing question. Also a question of giving meat. In front of the door of Duong Tam Palace, the atmosphere was extremely solemn. On one side was a white moonlight crying until the pear flower was wet, with both hands holding a bowl of frugal chicken soup. On one side, I am calm and leisurely, holding a greasy, fragrant sausage in my heart. Lam Nguyet Dao and I are like two generals facing a battle between two armies. Tieu Triet is the king who decides the direction of the war. Today, he will choose Lam Nguyet Dao, who represents "health" and "the past". Or will you choose me, who represents “joy” and “now”? This is not just a confrontation between a bowl of soup and a sausage. This is an extreme PK match related to love and way of life. All the palace eunuchs watching were holding their breath. They knew that something big would definitely happen tonight. Lam Nguyet Dao's tears continued to fall. She used a motherly tone like "I do everything for your good" and said to Tieu Triet:

“Brother Triet, I know you like to eat the food the Queen makes.”

“But your dragon body really can't continue to eat such greasy things anymore.”

"The doctor said, you need to rest and abstain."

"This bowl of soup from Nguyet Dao uses Thien Son Tuyet Lotus, Truong Bach Son ginseng, and stews for seventy-nine hours. wall."

“Even though the taste is light, it is extremely beneficial for your body.”

After she finished speaking, she wanted to pass the bowl of soup over. That attitude, that spirit, is truly the living incarnation of the four words "gentle and virtuous". If I were a man, perhaps I would really waver. After all, who can refuse a woman who is both beautiful and always cares about her body? I hugged my leg, feeling a little uncertain for the first time. I even started to think, if Tieu Triet really chose her bowl of soup. Tonight, I will bring this sausage back to Khon Ninh palace. Eat it all in the same night. Not even bones were left for him. Right now. Tieu Triet moved. He did not go to receive Lam Nguyet Dao's bowl of soup. But go straight in front of me. Under the unbelievable eyes of everyone, including me. He single-handedly snatched the food box from my hand. A strong, overpowering smell of meat, making even the human soul tremble, immediately spread out. He took a deep breath. A look of immense passion and satisfaction appeared on his face. Then, he made an action that made everyone present's chins so surprised that they were about to fall to the ground. He didn't care about the image and directly used his hands to tear off a piece of pork sausage that was both fatty and lean, and still steaming hot. Then stuff it into your mouth. He ate and smiled at me in a vague and unclear voice.

“Um! Tasty! This is the taste!”

“Vi Vi, the sausage you make will forever be the most delicious dish in the world!”

I looked at him eating until his mouth was full of oil, just like a three year old child. Dazed. Lam Nguyet Dao was also stunned. The bowl of "seven-seven-forty-nine-hour" chicken soup in her hand suddenly became so pale, so powerless.