CHAPTER 340: CHAPTER 340: THYME

He suspected there was something sinister about Chen Muxue as well, perhaps a Heart Demon, capable of rendering Heart-soothing Grass instantly ineffective and causing it to wither.

Originally, he thought Chen Muxue wouldn’t dare to take the Heart-soothing Grass this time, but unexpectedly, Chen Muxue didn’t hesitate at all. She reached out and took his bag, grabbing a handful of Heart-soothing Grass: "I can give it a try..."

After speaking, Chen Muxue looked around a bit sheepishly: "Where’s the kitchen?"

"There’s an Alchemy Room in the Eastern Palace—"

"Uh, no need for that, I just, an ordinary kitchen will do." Chen Muxue scratched her head.

Using an Alchemy Furnace was something she couldn’t quite figure out; the iron wok on her back was more reliable.

After many days, the feeling of having the iron wok on her back again was incredibly reassuring, like a snail without its shell otherwise.

Everyone’s weapons were all put away, and at the palace gate, storage bags weren’t checked either. It’s said that there are some Hidden Guards keeping a secret watch whenever they encounter a Cultivator.

But Chen Muxue’s iron wok completely baffled the palace gate guards, perhaps because they couldn’t imagine someone fighting with an iron wok, they just let her carry it in.

The few people who had seen the might of the iron wok at the time all marveled inwardly, thinking people’s perception of weapons is still somewhat narrow.

A Palace Attendant led everyone to the kitchen. As soon as they entered, Cen Lizhui shooed the unnecessary people out, even shutting the Second Prince outside the door. Inside the kitchen, Yan Luan curiously watched as Chen Muxue set up the iron wok and started cooking porridge directly.

"Miss Chen, are you making food, not doing Alchemy?" Yan Luan couldn’t help but ask, "Is Miss Chen hungry? Didn’t you eat before entering the palace?"

Chen Muxue gave a light cough: "I saw how thin the Crown Prince looked, he probably hasn’t eaten well in a long time, right? I’m just nourishing him a bit."

"But the Crown Prince even vomits when he takes medicine, this porridge..."

"If the stomach isn’t settled, no medicine will work. It’ll all still make you vomit." Cen Lizhui stepped forward with a serious demeanor, blocking Yan Luan and explaining with a very professional attitude.

Yan Luan suddenly understood: "So that’s it, why didn’t those Imperial Physicians say so, making the Crown Prince vomit so many times."

Huo Lian covered his forehead; the Imperial Physicians didn’t say anything because there’s really no basis for this theory. Could the Crown Prince eat in that state?

Fortunately, he had seen Chen Muxue’s "Alchemy" before; otherwise, he would have thrown her out.

Instead of making something colorful, she simply simmered porridge, casually throwing in the Heart-soothing Grass as if it were vegetables, and a pleasant fragrance of vegetable porridge wafted out. Chen Muxue stroked her chin, thought for a bit, recalling a little of what she’d read in books, and then hesitantly tossed in some thyme.

Huo Lian’s eye twitched. Goodness, he had heard Changgui say that the combination of Heart-soothing Grass and medicinal thyme indeed had effects similar to Heavenly Heart Begonia, but Changgui hadn’t figured out how to properly integrate the two...

But Miss Chen, what you’re throwing in is culinary thyme, not medicinal! Those are two different things!

The fragrant vegetable porridge from moments ago, with the addition of thyme typically used for cooking meat, suddenly had a rather peculiar smell.

Even Cen Lizhui was experiencing for the first time such an...unpalatable scent from food prepared by Chen Muxue.

"Can this taste good?" Lin Qing couldn’t help but frown.

At this point, Yan Luan began to doubt Chen Muxue’s earlier theory about settling the stomach. If the Crown Prince couldn’t eat the palace’s fancy meals, how could he not vomit after drinking this unusually scented porridge?