Lu Liangwei found the situation a bit strange because she had just eaten these dishes not long ago.
It was impossible for two similar dishes to be served in a row during an ordinary banquet, let alone the emperor's birthday banquet.
She looked up only to meet Zhao Qian's mischievous gaze.
"Second Miss Lu, the Emperor noticed that you enjoyed these two dishes very much, so His Majesty ordered me to bring these to you. Please take your time enjoying your meal."
Even after Zhao Qian had walked away, Lu Liangwei was still unable to regain use of her senses.
At the sight of the fish lips soup and hemp venison on the table, Lu Liangwei's mouth began to water.
However, no matter how delicious these two dishes were, she did not lose her rationality.
She was puzzled at how the Emperor knew she liked these two dishes.
The curiosity in her heart doubled as she pondered the emphasis Zhao Qian had placed on his words.
