"What on earth happened?"
In the small kitchen of the harem, the palace maid who had always served Siao Mingxue returned furiously with a bowl of dessert in hand, "I asked you to use the finest honey dates and floral dew, what did you use? Having been pampered by the Noble Consort from a young age, what delicacies hasn't the princess tasted? You dare to fool her with third-rate dry date paste?"
"Oh dear, listen, sister..." the kitchen chef said helplessly, "Where are there any honey dates left? They've been taken by the palace maids and eunuchs long ago to exchange for money. As for the floral dew, don't even mention it, it's a product of Jiangnan, and all the top families are scrambling for it. A destitute princess like her, does she even deserve such luxuries? If I could find any, I'd trade them for money too."
"You..." The palace maid turned pale with anger.
