"King," you're eating like this...""
The queen took away the plate of chicken feet, advising, "Mr. Jiu has been staying in the palace recently, so it's best if you eat less."
"I feel uncomfortable if I don't eat—"
The king began to speak, then nodded with a downcast look, "All right, have someone make me some sleeping medicine. Once I'm asleep, I won't feel hungry."
The queen: "...Okay."
After agreeing, she called someone in and handed over the plate of chicken feet she was holding.
The palace maid took the plate and swiftly left.
The king watched with a pained expression, stretching out his chubby hand as if to say something, then closed his mouth.
The queen stepped forward, blocking his view, and turned back to the original topic, "Your Majesty, if Mr. Jiu harbors murderous intent against you, will you still join him in killing Emperor Da He? That woman is the queen of Da He. She could help us break free from Mr. Jiu's constraints..."
"Shut your mouth!"
