Shipin Dalizheng

Rong Xiu cursed for a while, but when Jin Shizhao showed up, she got on a carriage and headed straight for Jingzhao Prefecture. She beat the drum to protest her grievances, threatening to sue Jin Shizhao for disobeying his parents and asking the prefect to arrest Jin Shizhao and beat him with a stick.

This joke didn't last long before it became known to everyone in the capital, and everyone laughed at Jin Shizhao, saying that it was all his own fault.

Rong Tang naturally heard the drum beating in prison, but he didn't know what happened. It was only after the jailer passed the message back and forth that everyone could hear it clearly.

Xiao Zhenyue laughed heartily, "Prince Rong, are your elders very capable? Your father sued you, and she sued your father. When it comes to filial piety, of course whoever is older is right."

Rong Tang was smug. "Of course. Have you forgotten my last name? It's Rong! Our family's affairs cannot be judged according to the common sense of ordinary people. It has to be the other way around. My father's status is equivalent to my mother's, and my great-aunt's status is equivalent to my great-uncle. The family in the Minister's Mansion are equivalent to my mother's lovers and a few bastards from other families..."

Even someone as strong as Xiao Zhenyue was mentally resilient, but he was completely shocked by these words, and the others were even more stunned.

If the genders are reversed like this...Jin Shizhao should also be thrown into a pig cage.

Xie Bingzhi suddenly became excited. "Oh heaven! Oh earth! I want to write a storybook with such outrageous content. Prince Rong, could you please give me some inside information?"

"What inside information do you need? I'm a newcomer, I don't know as much as you do. Anyway, please don't use your real name! This prince still has to maintain his dignity..."

Xie Bingzhi has sharp eyes, worthy of being the son of the Taifu family, and he always exports culture.

Xiao Zhenyue continued to boast, "Prince Rong is so insightful, he is truly a role model for our generation. I should make it clear. Unfortunately, there is no wine. I told the jailer to go and ask your master to send a table for us."

The jailer went out and came back after a while with a basket. He gave each person a hard, coarse grain, black steamed bun. Fortunately, it was dry and hard, so it didn't get moldy.

Xiao Zhenyue cursed, "Prison boss, are you going to die? How dare you bully us!"

The jailer shrank back in fear. "My Lord," he said, "you should behave like a jailer. How can you expect to eat at a banquet? This is the treatment we receive in Jingzhao Prefecture Prison. If you want to eat something good, just wait for your father to come and pick you up and take you home to eat."

This was where the five of them gradually began to feel something was amiss. Almost two hours had passed since the incident, and dinner was past, yet not a single father had shown up. If someone was particularly busy, that would be understandable, but the absence of just one was unsettling.

However, they were overthinking it. Someone did come, but they were all sent by the family's housekeepers or uncles without official positions. When they got to Nangong Jing, they were rejected, insisting that their father come himself. However, Xie Bingzhi was an exception, as he wanted his uncle, Xie Taifu, to come in person.

After a while, they felt hungry, but they couldn't swallow the black coarse grain pancake even if they were beaten to death. Rong Tang didn't want to starve, so he picked it up silently and was about to take a bite when someone came outside.

They are Chuncao and Rongzhan.

Chuncao threw herself on the fence with tears in her eyes and cried, "Master, Master, you have suffered..."

Next to him, Rong Zhan pushed open the half-closed cell door and walked in, placing a large food box in front of Rong Tang. "Master, eat first."

Chuncao: You wait for me to cry for a while.

She wiped her face and withdrew her tears. Seeing that Xiao Zhenyue was looking at her with a meaningful look, she glared at him, walked through the prison door, and massaged Rong Tang's shoulders and back.

"Master, you've worked hard. The food in the food box is made by Chuncao for you. They are all new recipes. Please try them all."

"Okay, okay, stop hitting me. It makes me uncomfortable eating." Chuncao stood aside with a pout.

Rong Tang opened the lunch box. Inside was a bowl of soup that was still hot to the touch, and a chicken wrapped in a lotus leaf, which was probably bought after entering the city. There were seven or eight other kinds of food, all of which were snacks that were not available in the market. They were probably made by them.

"This looks alright. Let me try it. If it's good, I'll open a separate food shop for you."

Chuncao was a little embarrassed, "I can't cook either. I mainly make the fire, and Daya and Aunt Dahu do the work."

Rong Zhan was on the side, mocking her, "You only added one piece of firewood, and it was Qiaoqiao who started the fire."

Chuncao glared at him, straightened her waist, and was about to explode into tigress form.

Rong Tang laughed heartily, "Of course, this was mainly due to the big effect of Chuncao's firewood, otherwise the fire wouldn't be hot enough."

The aroma filled the air, and gurgling sounds echoed from all over the prison. Rong Tang glanced at the young men and simply carried the food boxes outside to the public area, saying, "Come on, don't be shy. This is homemade, clean and harmless. I can't finish it all by myself, so don't waste it. I can just eat at your place next time."

The fragrance was so tempting that several young men looked at each other. Although they had never played with Rong Tang before, they were of similar status and it was not embarrassing to make friends with him. So they came over one by one.

Rong Zhan picked up some straw and spread it on the ground. The young masters sat on the ground and tasted the snacks in the food boxes. They thought the taste was okay and edible.

Xiao Zhenyue opened the lotus leaf wrapped chicken, tore off a chicken leg, and sniffed it. "This is the lotus leaf chicken from Baixianglou. Miss Chuncao, don't tell me you made this yourself."

Chuncao glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes, "Rongjia Village is so far away, even if I make it, it will be cold. What's wrong with buying one?"

As they spoke, Butler Tao arrived with a food box containing several signature dishes from the nearest restaurant. The young men, seeing the main course, forgot about the sweet snacks and rushed to take the boxes. Some even commandeered the guards' tables and benches. The guards dared not resist and even wiped the benches clean with the hems of their clothes.

Rong Tang glanced at the guards and brought a dish over. The guards were vegetarians and were particularly happy. "Thank you, Prince Rong. Prince Rong is always particular."

Xiao Zhenyue said while gnawing on a chicken leg, "It's delicious, but it's a pity there's no wine."

Rong Tang was drinking his only bowl of Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup. Hearing this, he looked at Rong Zhan. Rong Zhan hesitated for a moment and said, "There's wine. It's outside."

Rong Zhan went out and brought back a jar of white wine and a jar of rice wine. Chuncao took the rice wine and held it in her arms, "Master, this is something I made myself. I added wolfberries. I cooked it when I got here. It's a sample I'm going to send to Mr. Xue's family. Master, try it first. Don't drink the white wine."

As he spoke, he poured half a bowl for Rong Tang. The slightly reddish juice was neither too thin nor too thick, exactly the same as the sweet wine in Rong Tang's memory.

Rong Tang drank it all in one gulp and savored it for a moment, "It's very good. We can make more of this and put it in our own shop."

Chuncao was so proud, "Master, I can think of many more..."

"Chuncao, let the master eat first and we'll talk later." Rong Zhan stopped her. These were all business secrets.

Chuncao covered her mouth, and Xiao Zhenyue was about to grab the jar from her hand, "What is this? Rong Shizi, don't eat alone."

Chuncao slapped his hand away, "This is sweet wine, for women to drink."

Everyone who was eating and drinking stopped and looked at Rong Tang with strange expressions. Chuncao was anxious and jumped up and down, "Our young master is here to taste it and see if we can make a large quantity to sell."

Xiao Zhenyue said again, "Then I want to try it too. If it's good, I'll buy it for my mother and sisters at home."

Chuncao pursed her lips and poured him half a bowl. Xiao Zhenyue also imitated her and drank it all in one gulp. "What's this taste like? It's sweet, not as satisfying as white wine, but women might like it."