The situation was imperative.
He had to step up at that time.
He deliberately returned to the Palace to inquire with the people from the Imperial Kitchen and learned that Jia Cheng knew no Martial Arts. A chef without Martial Arts skills—and he didn't dare to chase after him—that would mean he could forget about earning Yang Wenxiao's trust in the future.
Fortunately, there were no issues.
It wouldn't happen again next time.
If it wasn't his family's issue, as long as it looked good on the surface, that was enough.
Thinking back on the night's events, he sighed softly, "Being an Emperor also has its downsides, countless eyes watching, carefully plotting to snatch away the throne. One moment of negligence, and the whole family is doomed."
"There's so much in this world that is unknown; you never know when you might be struck down."
"Our way of life is better, living days peacefully and stably."