The Crown Princess's expression was grim. She had always adored osmanthus flowers, especially these pink osmanthus trees. Every year during this season, she indulged in all kinds of delicacies made from these flowers—osmanthus tea, osmanthus cakes—exclusively using blossoms from these very trees.
Just this morning, she had even enjoyed a bowl of osmanthus soup.
Now, a wave of nausea rose in her throat as fury burned within her. Forcing herself to suppress the revulsion, she commanded in a sharp tone, "Investigate! Find out who did this at once!"
The moment her words fell, a soft murmur broke through the tense silence.
"Isn't this pink osmanthus the Crown Princess's favorite? How could she not know how the flowers are cultivated?"
The Crown Princess's sharp gaze shot toward the speaker.
