He Chu pulled her sleeves harder involuntarily.

He was still a little out of breath: "Le Gui had a stomachache after drinking your soup and called the imperial doctor. The Queen Mother should have passed by now, and it will probably be very soon..."

Before he finished speaking, a group of palace people came running not far away.

"There! The person is there!"

"Hurry! Don't let her get away!"

The group of palace attendants surrounded Linlang and said in an obviously unkind tone, "Miss Linlang, it's really easy for us to find her. The Queen Mother is summoning you. Please come with us to Yubang Palace."

"Okay." Linlang responded happily.

"Sister..." The worry in He Chu's eyes almost overflowed.

But the girl just patted the back of his hand and said softly: "Don't worry, it will be fine. You go back first."

If anything happens, she must not drag He Chu down. She may have other ways, but if he is exposed, there will be only death.

He Chu pursed his lips and said no more. He had great trust in Linlang.

As soon as he left, Linlang was surrounded by the group of palace people as airtight as an iron barrel. As she followed them, her mind started spinning rapidly.

The almond pork bone soup was indeed stewed by her, and the ingredients were selected by her herself, and she didn't leave anyone behind while watching the fire.

So if there is really a problem, it is definitely not the process in her hands...

"Miss Linlang, please."

A circle of imperial doctors gathered in front of Yubang Palace, with expressions of escaping death written on their faces.

Linlang only took one look and knew that Lin Juele had escaped another disaster.

She stepped inside, and there was an extremely strong and pungent smell of medicine filling the air.

Le Guiren was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, and his pretty face was as pale as paper.

"Tell me, what's going on with this soup?" The Queen Mother sat on a soft chair next to her, her tiredness that had just been relaxed concealed the secret anger of the approaching storm.

"You must know that Deputy Tang Shang asked you to help because he trusts you!"

Linlang is an excellent cook and knows herbal medicine.

Even though it is difficult for her to get close to her master with such a hairstyle, it does not prevent her from continuing to cook in the kitchen.

Deputy Tang Shang trusted her, so sometimes when he was overwhelmed with work, he would entrust her with the important task of taking care of the meals for pregnant women.

"The Queen Mother, please forgive me for asking this question."

Linlang wasn't that scared. As long as he wasn't passive in the kitchen, it wouldn't be a problem. "What's wrong with the soup?"

“It has peach kernels in it!”

Yan Zi, the personal palace maid who was guarding Le Guiren, cried sternly, "If our little master hadn't only drank a small bowl, the dragon in his belly would have been gone by now!"

The Queen Mother's anger was completely ignited. She grabbed a tea bowl and threw it heavily on the ground. "You are a person who understands pharmacology. Don't say anything to the Aijia if you can't even tell the difference between peach kernels and almonds!"

"You can tell the difference between slaves and maids!"

Linlang boldly raised her head and said, "Almonds are divided into sweet and bitter. Bitter almonds are not good for the fetus, so I added sweet almonds. The ingredients are all obtained from the Food Bureau, and everything is recorded!"

"So there must be something fishy about this matter. Maybe someone wants to use the slave's hand to murder the dragon seed in the noble's belly!" Linlang kowtowed twice before continuing.

"My slave has a humble life, and it is not a pity to die. But I am afraid that after my slave dies, those who want to murder the dragon species will not give up, the Queen Mother!"

To hit a snake seven inches, dig out the roots of a tree first.

For those whose righteousness is on top of their heads, we must seize the weak points quickly and accurately!
Chapter completed!