A Tan entered the palace with only one purpose - to kill the tyrant who ruined her family. She hid her overwhelming hatred, and with her superb cooking skills, she was successfully selected into the imperial dining room and became the person closest to him. The poison she administered was the most poisonous in the world, colorless and odorless, and it lasted for three years to penetrate the intestines. The plan was seamless. But this tyrant is different from the one in the legend? On the first day, he tasted the almond cheese she made and frowned: "Too sweet and greasy." On the second day, he tasted the crab cakes she made and was picky: "Too oily and greasy." On the third day, he tasted the Qiqiao snacks she made and snorted: "Fancy." Atan: ╯‵□′╯┻━┻ Like it or not! However, he said no, but his body was very honest. Every day, he summoned her to cook dishes, ranging from delicacies from the mountains and seas to ordinary porridge, and they tasted better than anyone else. He would remember the hometown dishes she accidentally mentioned, and would support her calmly when she was being challenged by palace officials. He would drink a bowl of hot soup from her late at night while reviewing memorials. The tiredness and loneliness in his eyes were something she had never seen before. Ah Tan's sword was sharp, but his heart was dull. The poison that pierced his intestines seemed to have been fed into his heart. When the three years were over, the enemy troops came to the city, and the palace was in chaos. She held the last bowl of poisonous wine, her hands shaking. But he calmly took it, drank it, and then coughed, and his clothes were stained. He looked at her and smiled, his voice hoarse. "This tastes... A bit like the bowl of sweet soup you made when we first met." Only then did Ah Tan realize that he knew everything. He had been waiting for her to finish him off with her own hands, or... For her to look back.
