If the charcoal is bad, then it's a tragedy.
Because once the charcoal starts smoking, not to mention having hot pot, even sitting there would be unbearable.
The Emperor originally planned to go to the Shangcheng Palace, but midway, he caught a whiff of a sweet fragrance and followed it here.
Gao He and Steward Gao were at a loss, "Your Majesty, aren't you going to Consort Xian?"
"It's no problem to go later. Gao He, can't you smell it? That fragrance is actually coming from Bingyun Palace!"
Emperor Xuan sniffed and pointed towards Bingyun Palace, his face full of craving, something Gao He could easily discern.
"Your Majesty, are you going to Noble Consort Bing?"
Gao He was almost in tears.
Although Noble Consort Bing had been titled as a Noble Consort, the power to assist in managing the six palaces was not in her hands, but in Consort Xian's. If Emperor Xuan were to go to Bingyun Palace now, the consequences would be unimaginable.
