A grand feast was prepared in the bustling kitchen, with a special medicinal meal made just for Su Rong.
As Su Rong watched everyone being served with trays stacked with chicken, duck, fish, and seafood delicacies, but when it came to her, it was just a bowl of medicinal porridge and a few dishes that smelt strongly of herbs. The bitter expression on her face was indescribable, showing her utter distaste, she didn't even want to pick up her chopsticks.
Madam Su couldn't help but chuckle at her daughter's predicament, "You're acting as if I served you poison. Because of Zhang Ping's rebellion, the Imperial Court is preparing for war, with all the resources being transported out, causing a substantial price hike in grains and medicinal ingredients in the capital. Now you know how expensive these herbs are, you have to eat them no matter how much you wish otherwise. Dare to waste them, and see what happens!"
Su Rong sighed, "Mother, don't you think this is a bit too cruel?"
