She was somewhat stunned at the scene before her eyes.
"Ahh, is that so."
There was no usual pointlessly bright smile.
He just looked extremely tired.
"How did it turn out this way?"
For that, they had do go back a couple of hours.
The cacao that was delivered came not as the seed but in the powdered form.
Maomao carried all the other requested ingredients to the kitchen of the Jade Palace.
The three maids had watched her in the spirit of curiosity, but returned to their respective workstations when Honnyan reprimanded them.
Milk, butter, sugar, honey, fruits dried in distilled liquor, aromatic herb oil. They were all high-class items with high nutritional value. At the same time, they could also used as ingredients to make a tonic.
Maomao had tried cacao only once. The prostitute who gave her the chocolate said that it was something kneaded into powder, mixed with sugar and hardened.
Though the piece was the size of her fingertip, eating it made her feel like she drank up nail liquor.
It was something a wicked guest gave to garner the interest of a popular prostitute by saying it was an unusual confectionery. Regrettably, the prostitute was angry when she saw the Maomao who looked out of sorts, and she ended up grounded by the spear wielding old woman.
After that, there were times where she got her hands on a couple of those seeds, but she didn't treat them as a drug.
A pharmacist of the prostitution quarter had no guests that requested such a high-class item.
The chocolate in her memory was something hardened with fat. Maomao, who can perfectly remember the scent and taste of medicines and poisons, had a clear memory of its ingredients.
As the season was still hot, Maomao didn't think that butter will set properly. So she decided to use it to cover the fruits. It would be perfect if there was ice, but of course, that was something impossible to obtain.
As substitute, she prepared a large unglazed jug and filled it hallway with water. Water evaporation will make the inside a couple of degree cooler than the open air; just cold enough for the fat to set.
Maomao put a spoonful of the mixture in her mouth.
Bitterness, sweetness, and a component that lifted her emotions passed through her tongue.
Maomao, who became strong to alcohol and poisons, didn't feel as high as she did before in the past. Nonetheless, she could feel a strong effect.
(Maybe it's better if I make them a little smaller.)
She cut the fruits in half and drenched them in the brown liquid.
Then she laid them on a plate and finished off by placing that inside a container so it could float inside it.
She capped the jug and hid it with the straw mat. Now the only thing left was to wait for it to harden.
By the time Jishin came to pick it up in the evening, so they should be already set.
(There's a little left over…)
There were still some of that brown liquid left over. The ingredients were very high class, and were also high in nutritional value. As it wasn't that effective to Maomao, even as a love potion, she decided to eat it later. She soaked a loaf of bread she cut up in it. Like this, there was no need for cooling.
She covered it and left it on the shelf.
She packed up the leftover ingredients in her room, and went to the pool outside to wash up.
That time, it completely left her mind that she should have bought the cut bread into her room as well. It might have been because she was a little high from the tasting.
Well, afterwards was a festival.
Afterwards, she was entrusted a job by Honnyan. The incident occurred when she was getting into the flow of harvesting the medicinal herbs that grew outside.
She was smugly holding onto the laundry basket with herbs, when she saw a blue faced Honnyan and a gloomy Consort Gyokuyou waiting for her. As Gaoshun was also there, Jishin had come too.
Honnyan, who was pressing her forehead, pointed Maomao to the kitchen. Gaoshun pushed her basket and led her towards the scene of the crime.
Jishin was looking there with an amazed expression.
There were three maids sleeping, affectionately embracing each other. Their breasts were bared, skirts were turned up to their calves. Everyone had flushed, content faces.
Insolent words passed through her head about what happened before and after, but she tried not to think about it.
Well, because they were all women, the worst case didn't happen, maybe.
There was the brown bread on the table.
Three pieces were missing.
Honnyan, Gaoshun and Maomao carried the maids to their respective rooms to sleep. And just as they did so, fatigue came with a rush.
In the living room, Consort Gyokuyou and Jishin were looking at the chocolate bread curiously.
"Is this the mentioned love potion?"
"No, that would be this."
Maomao presented the thing that covered the fruits. Around thirty grains about the size of her thumbnail lined up.
"Then, what is that?"
"My supper."
Evidently, everyone was taken back as though she said something wrong. Gaoshun and Honnyan looked at her as if she was a strange person.
"I've gotten used to alcohol and stimulants, so it doesn't have much of an effect on me."
Maomao was a heavy drinker, because she once drank alcohol seeped in snake poison as an experiment.
Maomao categorised alcohol as a type of drug.
Jishin picked up the bread and stared at it intently.
"Then, there shouldn't be a problem for me if I eat it."
“”Please stop that!!””
Honnyan and Gaoshun's voices overlapped. It was the first time she heard Gaoshun's voice.
Jishin put the bread back onto the plate, saying it's a joke.
Certainly, tasting a love potion in front of the Emperor's Beloved Consort is disrespect. But even with that mistake, anyone would be capable of straying from common sense if a celestial maiden's beauty ever drew close with a flushed face.
"Shall we make it for the emperor next time? As a change in routine even."
"It'll have to be three times the effectiveness of the usual tonic."
"Three times…"
Perhaps a means to continue, Consort Gyokuyou decided in a quiet voice on something that couldn't be heard. How intense.
Maomao transferred the love potion to a container with a lid and handed it to Jishin.
"Please aim to have one grain at a time as it is very effective. I think you will get a nose bleed if you overeat as it will cause the blood to over-circulate. Again, please use it when you're together with a consenting partner."
When she finished with the precautions, Jishin stood up.
Gaoshun and Honnyan left the room, getting ready to return.
Bowing once, Consort Gyokuyou also left the room, together with the sleeping princess in the basket.
When Maomao was about to put away the plate of bread, she smelt a sweet scent from behind.
"Thank you for making more than I expected."
She could hear a sweet honey like voice.
She felt something cold touch her neck as her hair was swept up.
When she looked over her shoulders, Jishin was leaving the room, swinging one hand.
"I see."
There was one less piece of bread on the plate when she looked away.