Shen Qingwan knelt down and kowtowed, and said seriously: "Your Majesty, I am just a small servant in the imperial kitchen. How can I have the courage to discuss state affairs with you? There are so many people in the deep palace and backyard who flatter the powerful and bully the weak. I only have one head, and I don't want to die so early."
Fu Mochen stopped eating, wiped his hands with a wet towel, and did not make things difficult for Shen Qingwan.
He moved his lips, but ultimately said nothing.
"Please leave. I want to be alone."
Shen Qingwan kowtowed in gratitude. When she was about to leave, she clearly saw Fu Mochen's lonely and helpless eyes. Something in her heart was touched, and she could no longer remain indifferent.
He is still a child, and he is Fu Yuheng's biological son.
Shen Qingwan walked over quickly and poured Fu Mochen a cup of hot tea, helped him drink it, and then took a piece of red cake and asked him to eat it.
"Your Majesty, why don't you try the Red Jade Cake? It's soft, glutinous and warm in nature. It tastes even better when eaten with other foods."
Shen Qingwan left and came back, and Fu Mochen felt a little embarrassed and annoyed.
She saw the stupidity of her actions just now. This maid deserves to die.
Shen Qingwan was not afraid of his sharp eyes at all. She was far different from his father. This tactic of playing hard to get had to be used just right to be effective.
"Your Majesty is worried about the people. I don't care how scared I am. Just say a few honest words."
Fu Mochen was very surprised that there had been no palace maids so far, and the ministers were not afraid of his glaring and anger.
Where on earth did such a little maid get so much courage
Fu Mochen calmed down his anger and said calmly in a boyish voice, "Go ahead and tell me. I'll give you a chance."
Shen Qingwan looked straight into his eyes.
"Your Majesty, the throne is neither important nor unimportant to the people."
Fu Mochen blinked his big eyes, and the hostility in them disappeared, replaced by a desire to listen.
"How do you solve it?"
Shen Qingwan tried her best to speak to him in a motherly tone, coaxing him into doing what he wanted.
"Your Majesty, only with the throne can you benefit the people and the country and the people. But without the people, the throne will not exist, and your honor will no longer be glorious, let alone your status. So I believe that the people should come first, and then the throne."
Once again, someone said these words to him sincerely and with real emotion, and they made as much sense as what the teacher had said.
Fu Mochen was about to stand up with rapid breathing, but sat back down in his seat after realizing he had lost control.
He reached out, picked up a piece of cake and put it into his mouth.
"Get up, I won't punish you anymore."
Shen Qingwan had a smile on her face. The child in her memory was completely different from the one now. Different stages had different interpretations and explanations. The child had been forced to grow up.
"Your Majesty, if you have nothing else to do, I will leave. There is still a lot of work waiting for me to do in the imperial kitchen. I will take my leave first."
The person guarding the door was so scared that she wanted to leave immediately, but she didn't hear any sound of the door opening, so she bravely leaned against the crack of the door to peek again. Not long after, a cup of hot tea was splashed all over her head and face, scalding her and making her scream and jump in front of the store, never daring to be presumptuous again.
"Someone, go and tell that bitch to roll around and get beaten to death. Did he really have the power to spy on my Taihe Bureau?"
Taiheju is the bedroom named by him personally, which is somewhat different from his previous names.
As the howling for mercy faded away, the prince made a decision.
"Come to the Taihe Bureau to work tomorrow. I see that you have good skills. From now on, you will serve me. Do you understand?"
Shen Qingwan looked a little hesitant, and Fu Mochen said impatiently: "If you have any difficulties, please tell me quickly. I don't have time to waste energy with a slave like you!"
Shen Qingwan suppressed her excitement and said anxiously, "The emperor wants me to serve at the Taihe Bureau, so I dare not disobey him. But if someone hears what I said, I don't know what will happen. I'm afraid that they are the people sent by the empress dowager to protect the emperor. If the empress dowager doesn't like me, my life will be in danger. I might not even get to the Taihe Bureau."
"How dare you! Are you saying that my mother is spying on me?!"
Fu Mochen's sensitive heart was hurt and he was furious.
Although he is young, it doesn't stop him from having a temper.
"I dare not, I deserve to die!"
Shen Qingwan quickly apologized and kowtowed to admit her mistake.
"Pack your luggage carefully. I want to see who dares to dispose of you without my permission."
No matter what, what Shen Qingwan said was true.
Today, because she killed a slave girl given by her mother, the queen mother will definitely not let her go.
It's considered giving her the protection she deserves.
After hearing this, Shen Qingwan felt relieved, which was considered a guarantee for herself. But there was still one thing that needed to be solved.
"Your Majesty, I have a close sister who has helped me a lot. I want to bring her to the Taihe Bureau to serve you."
Fu Mochen was a little annoyed.
But after thinking for a while, he said, "You are a man who values friendship and loyalty. Well, I will be a good person to the end and follow your wishes."
Shen Qingwan was overjoyed and knelt down to kowtow to Fu Mochen again.
When she returned to the imperial kitchen, the housekeeper and a group of people were sitting in the hall, waiting for her to come back.
Murong Wan was forced into a corner and had no chance to speak.
She was very anxious and wanted to remind Shen Qingwan something, but she couldn't open her mouth.
The housekeeper was standing by and watching her every move.
Shen Qingwan naturally wouldn't drag her into this.
"Mammy, what do you want to do by bringing so many people here? I would be scared too if there was such a big scene."
Shen Qingwan sat on a stool beside her without being asked, pounding her sore legs to relieve her fatigue.
"Did Mammy ask you to do it? How dare you be so rude!"
Shen Qingwan chuckled: "Didn't Mammy ask you to speak? Why did you say anything? Mammy hasn't said anything yet, why are you so anxious? Do you want to speak for Mammy? Mammy will definitely not agree."
The young steward's face changed, and he quickly glanced at the steward nanny who had a dark face beside him.
"Moyun, I remember I warned you."
The steward retreated with a grumble.
Leng Xiang changed her previous attitude of seeking peace, and seeing that the situation was turning against Shen Qingwan, she began to add insult to injury.
"Mammy, I think she doesn't want to be well. She is favored by the Empress Dowager and the Emperor. When did she take our Imperial Kitchen seriously?"
The nanny snorted coldly, her attitude was self-evident.
There was no need for Shen Qingwan to get entangled with them. She had the emperor's oral order and these people could not do anything to her.
She didn't look at anyone, but smiled kindly at the housekeeper, and then said according to the rules: "Mammy, I was really tired just now, so I lost my manners. I hope you can forgive me."
As he spoke, he told her the emperor's instructions.