It has been almost three months since I was trapped in this wall of words.
Three months is enough time for people who are accustomed to the rapid changes in the harem to completely forget about Su Zhan, the former princess.
In today's harem, apart from Jun Liuyue, Liu Juanjuan seems to be the most respected one.
Every day, precious treasures that outsiders dare not even think of are delivered to Liu Juanjuan like water. Even though she knows that all these are just fictions in novels, when the treasures are randomly placed under her nose, Liu Juanjuan is stunned.
His heart was still beating wildly.
Otherwise, this harem is the place where the wind is most at your fingertips. Within three months, Su Zhan's place was deserted and not a single soul could be seen.
If there wasn't a powerful father here, I would have been deducted a lot from every month.
"Master, this is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake sent in by the Prime Minister. Madam made it herself. Please try it while it's hot."
Su Zhan lay leisurely on the recliner, holding a storybook in one hand and reading it carefully. With the other hand, he picked up the tea on the small table next to him and took a sip from time to time.
After hearing Taotao's words, she straightened up and her eyes fell on the food box in Taotao's hand.
Ever since she was grounded, Jiang's mother seemed to be worried that her daughter would not have enough food, clothing or warmth in the palace. All kinds of things were constantly sent to the palace by Jiang's father.
Among them, the delicacies made by Jiang's mother appeared on Su Zhan's table every three days.
I don’t know what method Jiang’s father used to make everyone turn a blind eye to the abnormalities here. You know, it is against the palace rules to bring things from outside into the palace without permission.
Su Zhan took the food box from Taotao's hand, opened the box, and took out the stack of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes filled with a mother's love for her daughter.
"Come out and try the pastries made by your mother." Su Zhan said gently to Jiang Liuwan.
Today's Jiang Liuwan, with Su Zhan's careful guidance and three months of dedicated practice, is no longer the former Jiang Liuwan whose soul was erratic.
"Okay." Jiang Liuwan's eyes were bright. When her eyes fell on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, she instantly showed tenderness and nostalgia.
It’s been a long time since she’s had the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by her mother.
Taotao on the side saw her master's movements suddenly slow down, and then stretched out her slender fingers to twist a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Every move she made was full of aristocratic elegance.
It was not just the first time that she had doubts in her heart. Sometimes her master's behavior suddenly seemed like a different person.
Obviously she is more carefree and carefree on weekdays, not at all like those ladies of the world, but sometimes some of her detailed actions make Taotao feel that her mistress is worthy of being a specially educated rich lady in the Prime Minister's Palace, and her every move is even better than those in the palace.
Princesses also need to have standards.
Taotao lowered her head calmly. No matter what happened to her master, she only knew that the person in front of her was the person she wanted to be loyal to for the rest of her life. That was enough.
"Master, please leave first." Taotao saw that Jiang Liuwan seemed to be eating happily, a smile appeared on her lips, and she bowed to leave.
"Wait a minute." Jiang Liuwan stopped her. Under Taotao's puzzled eyes, Jiang Liuwan held up a few pieces of osmanthus cake with her handkerchief and handed them to Taotao. "The osmanthus cake made by mother is delicious, so do you."
Give it a try."
Taotao was stunned for a moment, but did not refuse. She took the cake with a smile and then left. When she returned to her room, Taotao stuffed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into her mouth bit by bit.
She knew very well how much Jiang Liuwan valued the food made by his wife, but even so, she was still willing to give her favorite thing to a slave. How could she not give up?
The sweet-scented osmanthus cake tastes really sweet when you eat it.
