Li Hongyuan was doubtful.
Could it really taste better than dishes cooked by the imperial kitchen?
Seeing his expression, the Emperor laughed, "Just by looking at you, I know you've never tasted Jiang Ning's cooking."
Li Hongyuan replied, "I'm not interested. I'm afraid she might poison me."
"Nonsense." The Emperor's face darkened, "I know you have a strange temperament, just like your concubine mother. Now that Jiang Ning is married to you and is pregnant with your child, how could you leave her in the Jiang Family's home? Go fetch her back!"
Li Hongyuan said, "Emperor Father, that child really isn't mine."
"Do you remember getting drunk three and a half months ago?"
"Yes." Li Hongyuan had an impressive tolerance for alcohol and rarely got drunk, so he remembered it clearly.
That day, he only had one drink, and he didn't know what kind of wine it was. After drinking it, he felt strange and uncomfortable, and he couldn't remember everything that happened afterward.
