Hearing that Gu Yunxi was clamoring for dessert after dinner in the room, Ming Lan looked towards Xiao Nianzi with resentful cold light in his eyes.
"What's the dessert she talked about?"
Xiao Nianzi gave a sickly smile, shook his head and replied.
"Master, it is a kind of fruit."
"Fruit?"
Ming Lan's eyes widened immediately and his face darkened.
"Isn't it durian?"
Durian was a kind of hot fruit brought by the envoys of Man Lajia, an island country in the east, when they sent out to Da Yi.
Its husk was hard and it was densely spiky, while its flesh was soft and sweet. However, it had a strange and lingering odor.
One day two years ago, when the emperor Jingxiao, who had tasted the sweetness, took half of a durian to Yongning Palace, the Imperial Noble Concubine was frowned by its
