Summary
I have an ability to distinguish between good and bad people.
Good people smell sweet.
Bad people smell foul.
But that emperor, rumored to be violent and lawless, is bitter.
When no one was looking, I secretly stuffed a lot of sugar cake into his hands.
He held the sugar cake and said coldly to me, “The last person who gave me sweets wanted me dead. What about you?”
I said, “I want you to be sweet and happy, and live a long life.”