A good night's sleep.
Waking up in the morning, feeling refreshed.
Su Jin stood by the window and stretched, the breeze brushing her face, bringing a faint scent of fresh grass.
Xingxing stood by her side and said, "The weather is great today, not too hot or cold, just right for us to enter the palace to find an Imperial Chef."
Su Jin, "…."
This maid really has an excellent memory.
"The Emperor executes five or six chefs a year; we might not see one even if we wait for a month," Su Jin said.
"It doesn't matter; we have easy access to the palace. There's nothing fun in the Duke Mansion anyway. You could stroll around, wait for the Emperor to have lunch, then go out and shop some more," Xingxing said cheerfully.
"…."
It's a well-thought-out plan.
It just feels a bit off.
Su Jin looked at Xingxing and said, "Why do I feel like you're hoping the Emperor takes his time before getting rid of a chef?"
"There's just a little bit of hope for that," Xingxing admitted honestly.
