Calm Little Lady: The Queen's Leisurely Life

Chapter 4 Entering the Palace at Night 【1】

【Entering the Palace at Night 【1】】

All the way over the wall and over the tiles, as if he was familiar with the road, he soon came to the back of the imperial dining room in the harem.

Hiding in the shadows behind the house, through an open window, blinking a pair of star-like eyes, peeking into the imperial dining room.

In Nuo Da's imperial dining room, there are only two imperial chefs, one fat and one thin.

The fat cook is a little older, and he is picking up some ingredients quickly with his head down, while the thin cook is younger, standing beside him and watching leisurely.

I only heard the skinny cook whisper: "I've been busy all night, brother, please invite brother to have a drink?"

The fat cook packed up the ingredients, cast a sideways glance at the thin cook, and said in an angry voice, "Come on, it's His Highness the Crown Prince's birthday tomorrow, so I have to get up early in the morning to work, so I'd better wash up and go to bed early when I go back."

The skinny cook chuckled: "Why are you nervous? Isn't everything ready?"

The fat cook took off his apron and sighed: "Be careful when sailing for ten thousand years. Doing things in the palace, if you don't pay attention, you will lose your head. Let's go, let's go back and refresh ourselves. We are busy tomorrow. "

The skinny cook suddenly glanced at the corner of the wall, and said, "What about the wolf that His Royal Highness hunted? It hasn't eaten for two days, so it won't starve to death, right?"

The fat cook followed his line of sight, shrugged his shoulders and said, "No way, who kept it awake? His Royal Highness left it here when he came back from hunting. He only said that he woke up so he could feed him, but he kept sleeping. How do you feed it when you are asleep? Besides, I haven’t seen His Royal Highness send someone to ask about it in the past two days, so I probably forgot about it a long time ago.”

The skinny cook curled his lips: "Yeah, His Royal Highness is celebrating his birthday, and the civil and military ministers are scrambling to send so many strange things. I'm afraid His Royal Highness has been blinded by it for a long time. How can he still remember a wolf? It is really rare to have white wolves."

The fat cook yawned, and stretched out his hand to push the skinny cook impatiently: "Don't worry about that wolf, let's go back quickly, I'm trapped to death."

The two blew out the candles, carried a palace lantern, walked out of the imperial dining room slowly, and closed the door behind them.

The imperial dining room was suddenly dark and silent.

The slender figure outside the window waited patiently for a moment, then pressed his hands on the window sill and rolled over.

Standing in place, with the help of the long starlight pouring in from the window, he slowly adapted to the darkness in the room below.

(End of this chapter)