If anyone else had asked such a question, Su Ran would have ignored them directly. However, since it was Xiaocao, Su Ran reminded her kindly, “Miss Yu, don’t worry. The emperor probably didn’t summon you for something bad.”

Don’t worry? How could she feel at ease? Ever since the emperor had guessed that she had a golden finger, she had been feeling like there was a knife constantly hanging around her neck. The knife could fall down at any moment. Who knew whether the emperor would have a cramp one day and decide to kill her? Alas...it seemed like she needed to keep a lower profile!

That being said, when did she ever keep a low profile? When she had no money, she made braised food and sold a lot of recipes on roasted chicken and duck to other people. She was even able to produce out-of-season produce and watermelons. Not to mention, she opened a braised food shop...this stack after stack of accomplishments, anyone with a discerning eye would easily be able to figure out her status with just a glance.

“Your Imperial Highness, please slow down. Be careful so you don’t fall.” It was unknown which palace servant had said that, but the voice came from behind the cluster of flowers not far away. Shortly after, Xiaocao heard footsteps heading in her direction.

Su Ran straightened up and bowed at the little figure that appeared in front of...