A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 1107: Why?

Prince Jin: "..."

She treats slipping him some medicine as if it's nothing at all.

Is she truly aware?

What she obliterated was a man's greatest treasure, his very lifeline!

'The heart of a woman holds the deadliest poison!'

That ancient saying proves utterly correct!

"What? Do you see me as ruthless, Prince? Or maybe you pity your precious nephew?"

A touch of skepticism flickered across the Crown Princess Consort's face as she pursed her scarlet lips and questioned.

A chill gripped Prince Jin's groin, forcing him to offer a swift, placating smile.

"No, no, what nephew at all?!"

"Within the Royal Family, only gains matter, never bonds!"

"Those who achieve greatness ignore petty details!"

"No ferocity, no true manhood!"

"My dear consort, you stand as a heroine among all women!"

A torrent of honeyed praise from Prince Jin washed over the Crown Princess Consort.

At last, the lovely woman's annoyance melted away.

With a deep sigh, sorrow shadowed the Crown Princess Consort's features.

"All this I endure for your sake, Prince!"

"If ever you turn against me!"

"I'll dose you with medicine too, leaving you forever unmanned and denied a woman's delights!"

Shock seized Prince Jin, sending shivers through him as he frantically waved his hand.

"Never!"

"Betray you, my love? Impossible!"

"My devotion to you through the years—you know it well!"

Determination shone in Prince Jin's stare; his rugged blackish-purple hide and thick grayish whiskers quivered, baring his honest heart.

Contentment filled the Crown Princess Consort, drawing a smile from her.

"Yes, that's right!"

Prince Jin drew her nearer.

"Enough now, night deepens. Fresh from return, exhaustion weighs on me!"

"Time to retire soon!"

"Yes...!"

The Crown Princess Consort rose unhurriedly, voice trailing, then curtsied deeply.

"I'll tend to the Prince's repose!"

Done speaking, she collected the garments strewn on the floor and donned them steadily.

Next, she aided Prince Jin personally with bathing and robing.

In the end, husband and wife lay together, every inch the veteran pair.

Servants beyond the door betrayed zero astonishment.

Long familiar with this bizarre liaison, one and all opted to turn blind eyes!

Disgust might churn inside, yet none dared utter, heed, gaze, or whisper a word!

....

Come nighttime.

After slumber claimed the beauty.

Prince Jin's eyes flew wide in an instant.

Abruptly, he landed a palm on the Crown Princess Consort's rear neck, sending her into oblivion.

In a heartbeat, he bounded upright.

He beckoned loyal retainers from outside the chamber.

"Monitor the Emperor vigilantly, twelve Shi Chen a day!"

"Should those three stir, inform me without delay!"

(Referring to King Western Xia, the Crown Prince, and Princess Haitang!)

"Yes!"

The retainers responded instantly.

These devoted aides originated from the domains of those three powers.

Among them, Chief Stewards, servants, and Chamberlains who oversaw comings and goings at the Imperial Palace!

Across these years.

His relentless scheming had corrupted most within the Imperial Palace to his side.

Allies flourish, foes meet doom.

Spies of his now infest the palace entirely.

Every action of those three stays firmly in his sights!

Preparations complete, the throne awaits him inevitably!

Amid the icy darkness.

Prince Jin's guffaws echoed boldly, ambition flaring unchecked in his gaze.

Power crowns the worthy alone.

Brother, unable to rule? Yield it promptly!

....

With retainers gone, fresh arrivals strode in from without.

Generals this time, exuding fearsome draconic presence.

Prince Jin scanned their faces.

Their eyes held steely resolve, free of any flicker of doubt.

Satisfaction brought his approving nod.

"Fine work!"

"My absence left you bearing heavy burdens!"

They saluted sharply, fists to chest.

"No hardship!"

"Loyal service to the Prince forever!"

"Outstanding!" Prince Jin thundered approvingly!

Draped in opulent golden fox-fur mantle, belly vast and sturdy, Prince Jin ambled to the casement.

Eyes slitted, he peered into the profound gloom beyond.

Shortly, his arm rose measuredly, finger stabbing skyward.

"Blind fate cast us upon this forsaken, starving soil!"

"They devour flesh; our broth stays undrunk!"

"They indulge in lovelies, liquors, seafood, grains!"

"Ours is bark to gnash, roots to munch!"

"Brothers, such injustice!"

"Rise up, seize fine living!"

"Exile those spineless, vile scholars here!"

"Let our hardworking people seize that bountiful territory!"

"So from now on, we'll enjoy wine, meat, and lovely women! May our offspring dwell in luxury like nobles forever!"

"What say you all?!"

These loyal generals had battled at the frontiers of the Great Chu Dynasty and knew of its wealth and splendor.

Upon hearing Prince Jin's grand vision, joy surged through them.

Deep down, they mused: I've truly pledged myself to the correct leader!

"Does the Prince speak the truth?"

"Prince, you're truly a heavenly deity come to earth; you're the divine guide ushering Western Xia into glory!"

"Born with the gall of dragons and livers of phoenixes! We revere you!!"

This barrage of praise filled Prince Jin with immense satisfaction.

Being hailed as a god by one's followers brings utter gratification!

Prince Jin beamed with joy and chuckled heartily again and again.

"Fine, fine! Enough with these empty words!"

"After all these days, how've you picked up this bookish speech?!"

Laughter erupted among them.

"We're no fools; picking up such talk is no challenge!"

"Just those penniless Great Chu scholars waste time on pointless drivel!"

"Exactly...."

They traded scornful sneers.

Soon, conversation veered toward Great Chu's opulence and abundance.

Prince Jin painted a lively, thorough picture.

The generals' eyes bulged in astonishment.

"What extravagance!"

"I've gone through life without a proper swig, a full meal of meat, or a night with a beauty!"

"They even hold festivals?!"

"With lanterns, dragon dances, lion dances, tumbling acts..."

Though they struggled to picture these spectacles.

Still, it rang grand, demanding heaps of silver no doubt.

Silver!

Shock rippled through the group.

Western Xia fared better in bygone days, yet poverty has gripped it tighter lately.

Plagued by disasters natural or wrought by men.

Herds of cattle, sheep, mules, horses perished from starvation.

Scarcity reigns; silver in hand buys naught!

These desperate eras mock all toil.

Utterly intolerable, driving one to despair!

Their spirits sank cold!

"Heaven treats us so unfairly!"

"Border folk thrive with full bellies, warm garb, serene lives!"

"Imagine the Capital City's bliss, then!"

Now behold Western Xia!

Capital dwellers starve, cheeks hollow and sallow.

Borders lie near deserted, maybe all perished or escaped elsewhere.

No souls remain, in any case!

"Curse it!"

"Why let worthless scholars hoard such delights!"

"We endure hellish woes for zilch! Why us?!"