Three-Michelin-star chef Dingxiang suddenly died at a food festival.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become the lowest-ranking fire-tending palace maid in the imperial kitchens.
She served up a twin-flavor hot pot, making envoys from the Northern Di beg on their knees for the secret recipe.
She presented a fondant cake, enraging the empress dowager so much that she smashed her beloved jade prayer beads.
One dish of orange-stuffed crab brought an abandoned concubine back from the Cold Palace to the rank of Noble Consort.
Then, at last, she recreated the chrysanthemum fish from her childhood memories.
The young tyrant clutched her wrist tight. "Only big sister Axiang knows how to make this dish."
On the day she was installed as Noble Consort, the empress dowager smilingly bestowed poisoned wine upon her.
But the emperor overturned the table in front of everyone. "Mother, it's time to settle the old score over the poisoning in the Cold Palace all those years ago."
