If he could give this chapter a name, Louis would have liked to call it—one of the surface works of seventeenth-century Paris.

The bazaar had apparently been well organized, and the cries he heard came from a ruddy-faced, high-chested woman whose stall was filled with chrysanthemum lettuce, white asparagus, artichokes, parsnips, cabbage, ginger, and beetroot, which were not affordable to the common people, let alone the more scarce merchants or nobles of the place, except for the parsnip, cabbage, and beetroot, which were not affordable to the common people, let alone Paris today, perhaps by the more strapped merchants or aristocrats.

When the king and the others got out of the carriage, stepped on the muddy road with high clogs, and walked to the vendor, her white and fat little hands revealed her true identity, of course, this is understandable, after all, at the time of Saint-Germain en-Laye, the Queen Mother and others were already embarrassed to pawn jewelry and clothes, but when they had to accept a gentleman's hospitality when they returned to Paris, they refused to allow his wife to come to serve the Queen Mother and drink, because this is the qualification of ladies above the countess, and it is said that the gentleman's wife heard the news and fainted with tears。

Queen Mother Anne took great care to buy some white lettuce, cabbage, and beetroot, and gave them to Miss Marie Mancini, and the delicate basket was wrapped in silk so as not to cut her delicate hands, and Queen Mary and Princess Henrietta of England each selected some clean vegetables and gave them to their maid, Louise, who looked at her, and quickly looked away.

No one knew how nervous the King was when his gaze rested on Louise's glove, her father Creran was a werewolf, and so was she, but if you looked at her little hands, you couldn't detect the signs peculiar to werewolves— As soon as she came to Paris to serve the princess, her father was ruthless and cut off her ring finger with pliers, so that even if she became a werewolf, she would have one less claw, and there was no nail on that finger, but she could not take off her gloves except during the meal and when the princess was dressed, so that she would not be discovered.

Louis looked at her and didn't mean anything else, just to see how many people had chosen the white lettuce he liked, and then he picked the artichokes that the king's brother Philip liked, and the king's brother liked to play with this vegetable rather than eat it, because it was fun to peel it off one by one, and it was more in line with the king's liking to eat only the end point, after all, he was so disgusted with vegetables like most children that he was completely reluctant to do at the king's request.

Finally the king lingered for a moment on the chrysanthemum lettuce, yes, Mary's favorite vegetable, and slowly removed his fingers, and with a sigh he put it back.