Qingyun looked at the faint pink handprint and thought to himself, this time it was so cruel...

Alas? Why is my focus here...?

“This sea area is mine!

This world is mine!

Everything here is my Han Ji’s! It’s my empress’s!

This kimchi will be a must-have dish for imperial meals in the future!

The path must be learned!”

"It's a stew, not a kimchi." Qingyun corrected in a low voice.

"What I said is, what is it!

No rebuttal allowed!”
Chapter completed!