Su Luo rolled her eyes silently towards the sky. Her wish was to do nothing and just pick the source of fire, okay?
But these words can only be hidden in my heart.
Su Luo sighed silently in her heart and looked up at Zilan: "What great joy?"
Zilan couldn't express her excitement: "Our prince appreciates your cooking skills and said that the fish-flavored shredded pork dish was good and asked you to make it again."
It's not impossible to do it again, but...is she the kind of person who comes and goes when she calls her?
Su Luo raised the corners of her mouth slightly and shook her head: "I probably won't be able to do it again."
The smile on Zi Lan's face suddenly stiffened: "Why, why?"
Su Luo shook her head.
Zilan was about to cry: "But, but this can't happen! No one has ever disobeyed the prince. Those who disobey are now...already...dead!"
Zilan knelt down to Su Luo with a pop, kowtowed and begged: "Master Su! Master! I dare not reply to this. If I go, I will end up like Chef Zhao."
Su Luo frowned: "What's going on with Chef Zhao?"
At this moment, Zi Lan was so frightened that she trembled. She said in a trembling voice: "Chef Zhao broke a porcelain vase and is being whipped. When the slave comes out, he will be whipped twenty times as ordered by the butler!"
"A severe whipping is a severe punishment. If you can't bear eight lashes, a grown man will die, let alone twenty lashes. This is to whip Chef Zhao to death!"
"Chef Zhao broke an ornament and received such a severe punishment. Mr. Su, if you resist the prince's order... what will happen to you and me..."
Zi Lan has stayed in the palace for a long time and has some understanding of King Shenwu's temperament, but the more she understands, the more awe she becomes.
Su Luo: "Do you fear King Shenwu?"
"Yes! We, the people of Prince Shenwu's Mansion, respect Prince Martial as much as we worship God!" Zi Lan said without hesitation.
Su Luo frowned slightly. She had long known that King Shenwu was intimidating, but she didn't expect him to be so... But also, without iron-blooded skills, how could he deal with those tough-headed men from the southern countries in the military headquarters?
It seems that if I want to approach him and use him... I have to be more cautious.
"I'll go see King Shenwu in person." After saying that, Su Luo stepped out of the door.
Zi Lan felt uneasy in her heart, dominated by boundless fear.
She prayed in her heart, hoping that Mr. Su would change his mind automatically after seeing Queen Wushen under the authority of King Wushen.
It's a good thing for young people to be arrogant, but to be arrogant in front of the King of Martial God... Zilan really wants to cry.
Su Luo originally wanted to harvest the source of fire, but because she had to deal with King Shenwu, she had to temporarily cut off this idea and transfer all her attention to King Shenwu.
The main courtyard is a bit far away, but Su Luo arrived quickly.
When Su Luo arrived, there were only the dying Chef Zhao and the enforcer who was still meticulously carrying out the heavy whipping in the yard.
Chef Zhao's back was covered in blood and flesh, and the wounds were deep and deep.
When Su Luo passed by, Chef Zhao raised his head and glanced at Su Luo with his helpless eyes.
The butler looked at Su Luo and said, "Chef Su, please come here."
Chef Su?
Is that what Chef Su is?
Chef Zhao sneered strangely. Suddenly, he who was already dying suddenly found the strength to rush towards Su Luo and was about to strangle Su Luo's neck in the next moment!
Su Luo took a step back to avoid Chef Zhao's attack!