Haitang prepared a sumptuous dinner for the young crown prince consort. As she set the dishes on the table, she asked confusedly, "Crown Prince Consort, why did you help the eldest prince consort?"
"I helped her because I wanted to. There is no need for so many whys and wherefores," Qiao Mu replied absentmindedly.
"Oh," Haitang responded leadenly.
"They are bound to find a scapegoat for this affair with the spiritual bamboo shoots. Since the king does not want to watch his eldest son die, there is no other choice than for Consort Dowager Shu and the Shu Family to be that scapegoat."
After saying this, Qiao Mu drank a mouthful of the tasty fish soup, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction. She looked up at Haitang and asked, "Haitang, you've trained your cooking skills?"
"His Highness has said, Haitang must learn everything that the crown prince consort is not adept at. Such as cooking skills, needlework, planting, breeding…"
