036 I will ask you, who am I? "Yes!" Qiuyue took the order and ran out quickly.

Su Qianmei turned around and took a step forward. Her face that was so heavy that it could be wrinkled out of water made everyone feel panic and nervous. What attitude should she deal with this matter?

"Miss Yelu, sit down, if you don't feel tired when standing." Su Qianmei smiled coldly, sat straight in the lime wooden chair in the main hall, slapped a small fan, and instructed Dongxue, "Go and bring the horse whip."

When Dongxue brought the horse whip in, the air in the room suddenly became much more tense.

Su Qianmei didn't say anything, took the horse whip in her hand and looked at it with an admirational expression, wiping it.

After a while, Qiuyue brought the cook in.

When the cook was in his early thirties, he saw Yelu Ya and Shangguan Yu’s face, his originally nervous expression immediately calmed down a lot, and he slowly said: “I wish you a blessing to the lady, cousin, and a blessing to the princess.”

Qiu Yue's eyes turned cold and she looked at Su Qianmei, while Yelu Ya and Shangguan Yu sat on the other side, showing a smile of victory. Even such a humble cook knew that Su Qianmei was unnecessary in this palace!

Su Qianmei's face gradually darkened, and her eyes began to surge. The upper and lower bodies in the palace looked down on Xu Ling'er at all. If they didn't give the colors present this time, they would not be able to stay here in the future!

She smiled slightly and asked the cook: "I think you are a certain age. If you can enter this royal palace, you must be a very exquisite person. You don't know etiquette at all. Etiquette - I ask you, what kind of mansion is this?"

The cook looked at Yelu Ya and Shangguan Yu hesitantly, and replied casually, "It's the Subei Palace."

"Who am I?" Su Qianmei slowly stood up, held the whip in her hand, and asked lightly, while her tone gradually became colder.

The cook had a meal, and did not dare to look at Su Qianmei, and lowered his head and said, "Princess Subei."

"Your eyes are not blind yet. The princess in the palace is the mistress. Don't you know? I see that you have been in this palace for enough! Come on, drag me down and make twenty boards first, give this slave with eyes on his head to gain a memory, and then ask someone to sell it!"

Su Qianmei's roar made everyone present stunned.

When the cook heard this, he hurriedly fell to his knees and climbed to Yeluya, Shangguan Yu's feet and asked for help: "Miss, please help me!"

Yelu Ya looked at her aunt, and the other party signaled her, hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of the cook, clearing her throat without being humble and arrogant, and was about to speak, but Su Qianmei raised her whip and threw it on the aunt without mercy!

"Ah!" The aunt who had eaten a whip took a few steps back in pain. Before she could speak, Su Qianmei whipped her again two more times.

"I really think of myself as a slave who doesn't have a master in my eyes. What qualifications do you have to point fingers at this concubine!" Su Qianmei beat her and scolded her in one go, just like flowing water.

When Yelu Ya saw Su Qianmei hitting her, she immediately stood up and was about to come forward to ask for an explanation for the aunt. Su Qianmei had turned around and met her gaze. She smiled faintly, but her eyes were filled with unspeakable coldness: "Xiaoya, the palace cannot accommodate such an uneducated and etiquette person!"

Then, Su Qianmei did not give Yelu Ya a chance to speak, and then turned her eyes to the cook: "I'll ask you, did you make that steamed bun?"

While she was talking, Qiuyue had already brought the remaining steamed bun up and placed it on the table.

The cook was still scared and replied honestly: "It was made by me."

"How many years have you been a cook? That's the level?" Su Qianmei put the whip on the cook's shoulder, and a smile that could freeze, questioning word by word, "What's the face in the royal palace?"
Chapter completed!