Only once Xu Shuqiao had left the imperial study did Song Juguang once more unhurriedly step through its doors. Along with her entered was maids from the imperial kitchens; it was already midday, just in time for lunch. Jiang Changbai waved a hand to dismiss the maids, saying that, for the time being, she wasn't hungry and there was no need to bring in a meal. But the next moment, seeing Song Juguang come in, she halted the maids once more with a call. "Go ahead and bring the food in; We are a little hungry." Song Juguang looked at the maids, then looked at Jiang Changbai, and suddenly, her lips split in a smile. "Many thanks for Bixia's worry; at the moment, this minister isn't too hungry either." Jiang Changbai, hearing this, stilled, cursing to herself about Song Juguang getting carried away in her imitations—her face, it seemed, was even thicker than the city walls. She really wasn't hungry, but just now, having the food brought in just now wasn...