Everyone present was just as puzzled as Meng Yao.
However, their confusion was about General Zhao and the fact that he was married?
Who on earth was this person?
To warrant such a warm demeanor from Noble Consort An.
"Lady Zhao, try this fruit. His Majesty is very fond of it, he almost daily instructs the Imperial Kitchen to make it," Noble Consort An pointed to a plate of exquisite fruits.
Colorful, lifelike fruit shapes.
With Noble Consort An being so enthusiastic, Meng Yao had no choice but to take a peach-shaped pastry and put it in her mouth.
Soft, melted instantly, not a trace left, and most curiously it carried the unique scent and sweetness of actual peaches.
This was pastry made from dough.
Yet the taste was almost comparable to a real peach.
Indeed, no chef serving the Emperor was simple-minded.
