"Wait, young man!"

After Jiusheng rushed into the kitchen, the young man cooking had already plucked the feathers off the pigeon, leaving it completely clean. The once snowy white pigeon now looked bald, as he held it in his hand, indicating that the next step would likely involve gutting it.

The small guy who was cooking asked, "Excuse me, is there something you need?" As he spoke, he smoothly made a cut to open up the pigeon's abdomen, pulled out its intestines, and after washing them several times, Jiusheng still didn't say a word. The small guy looked at him in confusion and noticed that Jiusheng was staring at him washing the pigeon with a dumbstruck expression.

The young man blushed slightly and placed the pigeon into the water. After cleaning the bloodstains off his hands, he anxiously tugged at the apron in front of him and asked once again, "May I ask what you need?"

"Where's the letter?" Jiusheng blurted out without thinking. The young man was completely baffled, wondering what letter he was referring to.

"Um, it's the little piece of paper tied to the pigeon's leg," Yun'er kindly explained, and immediately stepped back to the side after finishing her explanation.

"Paper note?" The young man turned his gaze towards the trash can, where just moments ago he had dumped a pile of intestines. Just earlier, he had noticed a small paper note tied to a pigeon's leg, but it seemed that he absentmindedly placed it somewhere else.

Yuner looked over and assumed it was in the trash bin. She tugged at the dazed Jiucheng and pointed at the trash bin, saying, "Big Brother Jiucheng, it should be over there."

Jiusheng stared at the trash bin, made up his mind, and reached into it. He pulled out a warm and greasy intestine, followed by damp feathers. He even flipped out vegetable leaves, but still couldn't find any note.

At this moment, the young man who had taken a piece of paper from the stove looked at Jiusheng rummaging through the trash with a bewildered expression. The paper was clearly in his hand, so what exactly was that person looking for?

"Miss, here's the note. Please don't let him find it," the young man said anxiously. Jiusheng took out all the things, but he didn't know how to put them back. In the end, it would still be up to him to clean up. He couldn't let him find it again.

"Oh, oh, oh, Big Brother Jiusheng, stop looking, the letter is here," Yun'er said, waving the small piece of paper in her hand to Jiusheng.

Jiusheng watched as Yun'er indeed held a small piece of paper in her hand, stopping her destruction of the trash bin. His gaze shifted towards the chef who was cooking, causing the chef to instinctively step back as Jiusheng approached step by step.

In the blink of an eye, they were already pressed against the wall. Jiusheng continued to advance, step by step, closing in on the young brother who desperately wanted to escape but found himself trapped against the wall. As he watched Jiusheng getting closer and closer, the face of the young chef turned red in embarrassment, stuttering as he asked, "W-What...what do you want to do?"

What do I do? I just want to ask you one thing, did you see what was written on that paper?" Jiu Sheng immobilized the little chef, who had nowhere to escape, and tremblingly nodded. He did indeed see it, but he couldn't read it!

"I'm asking you, why did you shoot that pigeon for no reason?" Jiu Cheng said fiercely. If it weren't for the current situation where he couldn't afford to stir up trouble, he would have definitely squeezed the life out of the little chef standing right in front of him.

Because... When Yun'er heard this, she immediately pulled Jiucheng away and rescued the little chef. "What are you doing, Jiucheng ge? You scared him!"

I just wanted to ask him why he stood someone up." Seeing the young chef visibly frightened, Jiucheng understood that he was too scared to say anything out of line, and he didn't want to intimidate him any further.

"I'm a chef, so of course I'm catching pigeons to eat! What else would be the reason?" Yuner said confidently, looking at the sous chef. The sous chef could only nod in agreement. Seeing that Jiusheng wanted to say something, Yuner quickly added, "Ah! Jiusheng, let's see what this thing has written!"

"Mhmm." Jiusheng responded, then left the kitchen.

The young chef stared at his departing figure for a long time, unable to snap out of his daze. Yun'er looked at his dazed expression and patted his shoulder, saying, "You were just scared, right! In fact, Brother Jiusheng is a really nice person. He just becomes abnormal because he cares too much about Brother Yu. Take this pigeon as a token of comfort!"

After finishing her words, Yun'er also left the kitchen. With this, the testimony problem was solved, and the physical evidence would soon be consumed. Jiusheng would never know that it was she who wanted to eat the pigeon. She truly is clever.

The little chef took a look at the pigeon in the water and decided to stew it. Then, he took a leave and brought it out to eat. However, on his way out, he coincidentally ran into Jiusheng. Jiusheng looked at the delicious stewed pigeon meat and remembered the intestines in the trash bin, leaving with a disgusted expression. He had never seen such a gluttonous head chef in his life.

The little chef watched in confusion as Jiusheng, with a furrowed brow and pinched nose, walked away. He sniffed the stewed pigeon in his hand. It smelled very good!

The matter with the pigeon was clearly a minor incident. After numerous days of planning, Jiusheng decided to make a move on the fourteenth birthday banquet of Concubine Guifei three days later.

Empress Consort Guifei Niangniang, known for her graceful demeanor, was bestowed the title of Crown Princess at the tender age of twelve. She was married to Song Jianglin, who was then the Crown Prince. As Crown Princess, Guifei Niangniang discovered his secret upon their marriage. On their wedding night, Song Jianglin spent the night in the room of another man named Jinghua. Jinghua was a son born out of wedlock between Prime Minister Xuantianxin and a dancer. Due to the lowly status of his birth mother, the Xuan family refused to acknowledge him. However, this did not stop Xuantianxin from recognizing him, especially since Jinghua bore a striking resemblance to his beloved.

After Luosheng married Song Jianglin, she became increasingly unfamiliar to him. Before marrying him, Song Jianglin would always affectionately call her Ling'er little sister, but now he can only see her once a year, on her birthday.

If it were any other time, Song Jiang would act the same as he did that day in the Imperial Garden. Even if he saw her, he would pretend not to see her, reluctant to even spare her a glance as he walked by Jinghua, holding her hand.

"What are you thinking about, Your Majesty?" Xiao Gu Niang Xue E was combing her hair in front of the dressing table, her silky long hair causing envy among countless women.

"Nothing." Shui Qingling looked at the person in the mirror, a faint smile appearing on her lips. Just like her name suggests, she had a delicate and ethereal appearance, resembling a fairy. However, Song Jianglin did not appreciate this kind of beauty. If only she were born as a man, it would be much better. She wouldn't have to be a male pet, and could instead share heartfelt conversations over wine with the person she loved. In this way, they wouldn't have such limited opportunities to meet throughout the year.

"Xue'e, I heard that His Majesty brought back another person a few days ago. Accompany me to go see him!" Shui Qingling put the hairpin back into the box and stood up. The hairpin was a birthday gift from Song Jianglin when she turned ten years old. On that day, Song Jianglin personally put the hairpin on her head and praised her for looking like a fairy. Thinking of this, Shui Qingling couldn't help but laugh.

"Niangniang, that person is after all a man. It wouldn't be appropriate to do this! If His Majesty finds out...," Xue'e said fearfully. Every time she thought of the expression on Song Jianglin's face, she felt as if she were in an icy cellar. Last time, when the Guifei niangniang secretly went to see Jinghua Gongzi and was caught by His Majesty, she was punished with three months of confinement. Just thinking about it was terrifying."

"If you dare not go, then I will go alone." Shui Qingling said decisively, then walked out towards the Yang Palace.

"Your Majesty, please wait for me!" Xue'e anxiously bit her lip, helplessly following behind.