A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 690: Return to the Capital

Actually, the Empress Dowager hadn’t summoned Zhao Junyao for anything particularly important. It was merely that the Fan Family issue had recently concluded.

Even though the Fan Family had taken the blame for the assassin incident, the Empress Dowager still felt uneasy. After all, she had a hand in the matter. The Emperor was always savvy and astute, so he might well have noticed something amiss, especially since he hadn’t visited her for so long. Her heart grew increasingly suspicious and anxious.

So, the Empress Dowager summoned the Emperor to probe him and, incidentally, play the emotional card, hoping to properly maintain the bond between mother and son.

Looking at the Empress Dowager’s kindly and amiable smile, Zhao Junyao could only muster a smile in return, though his carried a faint trace of mockery.

In fact, it wasn’t hard to figure out, just by considering who ultimately benefited. Zhao Junyao found it unacceptable.

The Empress Dowager, with a beaming smile, inquired about his food and daily life. She also subtly tried to put in a few "good" words for the Empress.

Finally, tugging at his sleeve, she smiled and said, "Since you’ve come today, it’s a rare occasion. I’ve specially ordered your favorite dishes to be made. Accompany Aijia for a meal, won’t you?"

Zhao Junyao frowned the moment he heard this. "My favorite dishes?"

The Empress Dowager promptly nodded. "Don’t you just love the steamed meat in a small bowl that Sister Qing makes? And the little crispy ribs? Both are available for lunch today!"

After speaking, she patted his shoulder without waiting for a response and then commanded the servants to serve the meal.

Zhao Junyao frowned deeply, remaining silent for a long time. His expression was grim, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Zhao Junyao said coldly, "There are several urgent memorials in the Imperial Study Room waiting for my review! Mother, please enjoy your meal alone."

With that said, he turned and started to leave without a backward glance.

The Empress Dowager suddenly grasped his arm. "Imperial Son!"

Her eyes were cautious, and somewhat reddened. "Imperial Son, are you... disdaining Aijia?"

She had already made inquiries; the Emperor had come from Consort Xian Pin’s chambers. If there were memorials in the Imperial Study Room, why would the Emperor linger in the Harem? This was clearly an excuse, but the Empress Dowager ultimately chose not to expose it.

Zhao Junyao let out a faint, cold laugh. "Mother, how could your son dare!"

"Junqi will be back in a few days. Wouldn’t it be better for him to accompany you for a meal then?" Zhao Junyao said, feigning nonchalance.

The Empress Dowager was momentarily stunned, her eyes instantly brightening. "Junqi is returning this year? Will he really come back?"

Imperceptibly, Zhao Junyao removed her hand from his arm and gave a sarcastic smile. "Naturally!"

With that, he departed without looking back.

It wasn’t until his retreating figure had disappeared that the Empress Dowager finally recovered her senses. "Ah, Imperial Son!"

Sister Qing said, "Empress Dowager, the Emperor has already gone far."

Only then did the Empress Dowager belatedly feel a twinge of regret. "Qingyun, did Aijia say something wrong just now?"

Sister Qing felt a little helpless. "Your Majesty, why do you keep bringing up the Princely Heir of Yan? The Emperor is your own child!"

The Empress Dowager jolted and quickly nodded. "Yes! That’s right, Junyao is Aijia’s own flesh and blood!"

Seeing the Empress Dowager in this state, Sister Qing couldn’t bear to say more, so she changed the subject. "Your Majesty, the midday meal is ready. Let’s go and eat."

The Empress Dowager nodded. "Aye!"

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As the end of the twelfth lunar month neared and New Year’s Eve approached, Zhao Junqi indeed returned. This year, both Prince Yan and Princess Consort Yan were in the Capital City, so the cumbersome processions of carriages and horses typical of previous years were absent. He alone, accompanied by servants, rode through the night to return.

After resting for one night at the Prince Yan Mansion, he went to the palace early the next morning to pay his respects to the Emperor.

Zhao Junyao sat in the Imperial Study Room, looking at his cousin, who bore a slight resemblance to him.

Zhao Junqi, however, was as carefree as ever. "Imperial Brother, your younger brother has traveled so far to see you. Why do you look so reluctant?"

Zhao Junyao snapped back to reality and hastily coughed twice to cover his awkwardness. "Er... Zhen is in a bad mood today. Don’t take it to heart."

Zhao Junqi had heard about the recent events in the Capital City, so he tactfully refrained from asking further and quickly changed the subject.

He said excitedly, "Since Imperial Brother is unhappy, why not go out for a change of scenery? Your younger brother has just returned from outside and happened upon a place in the suburbs of the Capital where the plum blossoms are in full bloom. With the snow falling, the scenery there is absolutely beautiful!"

As he spoke, his eyes lit up. "Also, Imperial Brother, I heard that Bai Fang Pavilion has a few new oiran who are currently looking for patrons. Perhaps you’d like to..."

While the first suggestion might be considered elegant and interesting, the latter was downright vulgar.

Zhao Junyao casually grabbed a book and threw it at him, scolding, "You’re so old yet still so immature! All you ever think about is eating, drinking, and merrymaking! One of these days, Zhen will decree a marriage for you to make you settle down properly!"

Zhao Junqi nearly fell to his knees upon hearing this. "Oh, Imperial Brother, please spare your younger brother! My playful nature can’t be curbed by anyone, and let’s not ruin some poor girl!

"Not being married is so liberating!

"Imperial Brother, I beg you, let me enjoy a few more years of freedom?"

Seeing his impudent expression, Zhao Junyao couldn’t help but laugh as he scolded, "Get lost! Get lost! Get lost!"

Zhao Junqi, as if granted a pardon, kowtowed twice with delight and then slipped away. As he was leaving, he tossed out, "Your younger brother will go visit Her Majesty the Empress Dowager!"

Watching his figure dart away faster than a rabbit, Zhao Junyao still felt quite disgruntled.

With that thought, Zhao Junyao quickly shook his head. "No more thinking about it. Let’s go! A stroll in the Imperial Garden!"

The plum blossoms in the Imperial Garden were in full bloom. Under the snowy landscape, the white snow and red plum blossoms created an exceptionally beautiful scene.

Li Shengan hurried to follow. "Your Majesty, it’s cold outside. You must wear your cloak!"

As he spoke, he signaled for a few Palace Maids and eunuchs to quickly grab the necessary items and hurry after them.