Chef Liu was also unable to swallow this anger and couldn’t wait to see that little bastard skinned and drawn in front of him. However, before the punishment, His Majesty deliberately shut the door of the Cold Palace. What this represented was self-evident. If they were to defy the imperial command and secretly climb up to observe, it would be tantamount to going against His Majesty, and the consequences if caught would be unimaginable. Chef Liu felt hesitant in his heart. The person behind him snorted coldly and said, "Chef Liu, are you so timid that you’ve forgotten the suffering we endured because of that little bastard?" Chef Liu gnashed his teeth, "Of course I haven’t forgotten." "Then what are you hesitating for? What is there to hesitate about?" "I’m just thinking, what if we get caught? There are so many of us, are we all going to die?" Chef Liu said honestly. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⁂𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⁂𝓷𝓮𝓽 "Chef Liu, you’re thinking wrong about this." "Even if we are caught, His Majesty will probably not hold it against us because we were punished because of that little bastard." "If we’re lucky, after His Majesty punishes that little bastard and is in a good mood, seeing us might even reward us for our commendable courage, for daring to take risks that others dare not." "So, hurry up and join us? A bright future lies ahead, don’t hesitate." Thinking over those words, they seemed to make sense. In the end, Chef Liu couldn’t resist the temptation and climbed onto the roof of the Cold Palace with the other cooks. The Cold Palace was indeed in a state of disrepair, decay permeating everywhere. Especially the rooftop, there were few areas sturdy enough for stepping. After much effort, Chef Liu and the others finally climbed to an open viewpoint, which was fairly safe, where they wouldn’t fall through. Once Chef Liu stood firmly, he scanned inside the Cold Palace and his gaze finally settled on Emperor Yongning and Qiong Hua. "Who is that woman? Why don’t I see that little bastard being punished?" Chef Liu was anxious. Why did the scene inside differ from what they had predicted? Wasn’t it supposed to be that the little bastard was caught, skinned and drawn, while Emperor Yongning looked on coldly? "Look, the little bastard is over there!" Chef Wang, standing nearby, had sharp eyes and spotted the little bastard being held by several Imperial Guards at the Cold Palace Gate. His eyes lit up, and he immediately pointed it out to his companions. Following Chef Wang’s direction, Chef Liu and the others indeed saw Jun Ning being held down. "Ha..." Chef Liu sneered, mocking, "Little bastard, you finally got your day, huh? Go on, run if you dare! Why aren’t you running now?" "Now that he’s being held by the Imperial Guards, I guess there’s no escape for him, and His Majesty won’t spare him either." "But I just don’t understand why His Majesty isn’t immediately punishing the little bastard, and is instead talking with a woman from the Cold Palace? Just a woman from the Cold Palace, what’s there to talk about?" "Could it be that woman is in charge of the Cold Palace and has a good relationship with the little bastard, so she’s pleading with His Majesty on his behalf?" "No, no, no, that woman is extremely beautiful, and the way she looks at His Majesty is a bit off. I bet she’s harboring inappropriate thoughts, trying to use her beauty to rise to nobility, she wouldn’t have time to concern herself with that little bastard!" "Don’t say that, it really does seem like that!" The chefs widened their eyes, watching the man and woman speaking not far away.