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Gong Shengrui placed the last imperial report on the side of the table and raised his eyebrows. He realized that there was someone who had gone to comprehend something, but had not come back.

He got up and walked out of the royal study.

"Which direction did Emperor go?"

The two guards looked at each other and pointed in the direction that Duanmu Yan had left.

Gong Shengrui's expression immediately darkened. He pouted his thin lips and walked in a straight line towards the imperial kitchen.

In the kitchen...

Duanmu Yan held onto the pastries with her left hand and the chicken leg with her right hand as she desperately pushed them towards her mouth. Her face that was the size of a palm was propped up into a crystal bun.

The imperial chef and the servants couldn't help but gulp down a mouthful of saliva.

Emperor hasn't eaten for days and nights?

"That... Emperor! Drink some tea and don't choke. If that's not enough, this official will make it for you! " The head chef brought out a cup of tea and placed it in front of Duanmu Yan, afraid that if she accidentally spat out something bad, the entire imperial kitchen would lose several dozen lives, and all of them would die with Duanmu Yan.

"Oh!" Duanmu Yan vaguely answered, she put down the pastries, picked up the teacup and drank it all in one go: "That's right! The matter of us coming to the royal kitchen to eat is not something you are allowed to tell anyone, especially not to let Prince Regent know, otherwise, or else … Otherwise, I will order people to hit your butts! "

Everyone looked at each other and nodded in unison, "Yes!"

Hearing that, the heavy burden in Duanmu Yan's heart instantly dropped. She smiled sweetly at the crowd, buried her head in her stomach and continued to eat.

"…" Everyone.

When Gong Shengrui arrived at the imperial kitchens, what entered his eyes was this "harmonious" scene.

The coldness in his eyes was terrifying.

When everyone saw Prince Regent suddenly appear in the royal study, they all took a step back in fear.

In his heart, he silently offered his blessings to the Emperor.

Duanmu Yan who was eating heartily noticed that everyone was standing far away: "What's wrong with you guys?"

Everyone's lips seemed to be stuck with glue as they collectively pursed their lips into a single word, taking the chance to shake their heads.

None of them had the courage to remind Emperor that he was right behind her.

The doubt in Duanmu Yan's eyes grew thicker: "Why aren't you guys talking?"

"…" Everyone.

"The I is here to tell you, why aren't they talking?" An ice-cold and malicious voice came from behind Duanmu Yan.

"Alright!" Duanmu Yan subconsciously responded as she looked back. When she saw the person in front of him, the chicken leg pastry in her hand dropped to the ground.

"Speak!" Wasn't it a small solution? Why did you come to the kitchen? "Hmm?" Gong Shengrui pressed on, his eyes filled with a clear sense of danger.

With a * gulp * sound, Duanmu Yan gulped down all the food in her mouth, and stuttered: "Along, along the way!"

"Oh? I has never known that the latrine and royal kitchen can actually go the same way. "

Duanmu Yan's fingertips pulled on her sleeves anxiously, her eyes big, and she did not dare look Gong Shengrui in the eye with such a sharp gaze.

Gong Shengrui looked down at her condescendingly for a moment, then raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, and walked out of the imperial kitchen.

Everyone looked at each other, and once again expressed their blessings to their foolish Emperor.

Imperial study.

Duanmu Yan stood against the wall, her head hanging down to her chest like a child who had been caught red-handed.

"Speak!" What was the mistake? " Gong Shengrui leaned on his chair, and peeked at Duanmu Yan who was not far away.

Duanmu Yan bit her lips, hesitated for a moment: "We shouldn't have lied …."