Lin Zhi traveled through time and became an ordinary little palace maid in the imperial kitchen. The good news: She survived. Bad news: Her immediate boss is the most dangerous man in the entire dynasty - a moody, murderous tyrant. It is said that the last royal chef was dragged out and chopped because the soup was too salty. As a doctor of psychology from a top-2 university in her previous life, Lin Zhi's professional DNA has moved. Tyrant? No, in her eyes, this His Majesty is just a... Severe patient who combines PTSD, mania, severe anxiety and paranoid personality disorder. As a result, a psychological treatment using food as a medium quietly started in the palace. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake is the placebo, the rose cake is the anchor, and the daily afternoon dessert time is a carefully designed behavioral modification therapy. Seeing that the "patient's" mood became increasingly stable and the government returned to the Qingming Dynasty, Lin Zhi hid her merit and fame deeply, wondering when she could retire after her success and retire from the palace to retire. The saint who paid tribute from other countries pointed at her in front of everyone, with a look of pity and contempt: "Your Majesty, what you have been eating is not cakes, but strange poisons from southern Xinjiang that can control the mind." The whole court was in an uproar, and the man on the dragon throne suddenly had a sinister look in his eyes. Under the horrified gazes of everyone, Lin Zhi just slowly brushed off the pastry residue from her fingertips, raised her eyes, and smiled. "Who said poison can't cure heart disease?" Your Majesty, it's time to take medicine. This course of treatment is to help you break your dependence on me.
