Marrying a concubine and swallowing her dowry? The mistress turns around and marries a high-ranking

Chapter 392

Mo Chonggui traveled from the palace to the Eastern Depot.

The palace coup had just been suppressed, and there were still many things he needed to deal with.

On the way, we passed through the streets of Kyoto.

In the early morning, the streets were already bustling with activity, with many breakfast stalls on both sides, steaming and full of life.

A whiff of osmanthus fragrance wafted over, and Mo Chonggui stopped in front of a pastry stall.

The stall owner was calling out: "Crystal Osmanthus Cake! Honey Osmanthus Cake! Steamed Chestnut Flour Osmanthus Cake! Lotus Root Flour Osmanthus Sugar Cake! ... Our own freshly dried osmanthus flowers this autumn! So fragrant and sweet!..."

Ye Huaichi saw Mo Zhonggui stop in front of the stall from behind and silently lit a candle for the stall owner in his heart.

Why do they have to sell all kinds of pastries made with osmanthus flowers?

His family's supervisor hates the smell of osmanthus the most!

Ye Huaichi was prepared. The supervisor would overturn the stall, but as long as no one was killed, he would compensate the stall owner more money later.

Unexpectedly, Mo Zhonggui said to the stall owner, "Wrap them all up for me."

The stall owner recognized the man as the Grand Eunuch of the Eastern Depot, and was so frightened that he stood there dumbfounded.

It took him a while to realize what Mo Zhonggui had said, and he hurriedly and clumsily packed up the pastries from Mo Zhonggui's stall.

God!

The Ninth Prince actually bought all of his pastries!

Could this notorious, ruthless, and terrifying demon, who is rumored to be a mass murderer, actually have a fondness for sweet and fragrant osmanthus pastries?

But he absolutely cannot do it again, nor can he set up a stall here anymore. His fragile heart can't take it!

Ye Huaichi was also stunned by what he saw.

Mo Zhonggui glanced at him: "What are you still standing there for? Pay up."

Ye Huaichi quickly stepped forward and took out his money bag.

Mo Zhonggui took out a piece of osmanthus cake, and a steaming fragrance of osmanthus rose up, condensing into a hazy white mist in the cold winter air.

The misty atmosphere carries people's memories to distant places.

Thirteen years ago, Shen Lingjun gave him two osmanthus cakes, and he ate them all without wasting a single one.

At that time, he was stranded in the snowy plains and had not eaten anything for three days, so he could not act rashly.

That was the most complex-tasting thing he had ever eaten.

He hated Shen Lingjun. Even though he knew she had only saved a stranger who had been poisoned and hadn't intentionally tried to antagonize him, and he didn't know she was his enemy, he couldn't help but hate her emotionally.

But when she walked towards him, she was so gentle, beautiful, and pure.

When you reach out your hand to him and smile at him, it's like a pure white, soft light shining warmly from the depths of the dark, snowy landscape.

The two osmanthus cakes she gave him also saved his life. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have survived to leave that snowy plain.

Why is it that someone can be so hateful yet so alluring and captivating, so enchanting?

He had been thinking about her for six years, always wondering how he would treat her if he saw her again.

He envisioned a thousand, ten thousand ways.

He was thinking about it to the point of madness.

Kill her? ...No, no, no, that's too easy, and too lenient on her.

He wanted to ravage her, defile her, and taint her... to see if she could still be so innocent and kind, saving everyone she met.

He imprisoned her by his side, tormented her for the rest of her life, making her only see him, and belong to him alone...

When he saw her again, he was already a high-ranking eunuch in the Northern Yi Eastern Depot.

And she got married.

He watched as she, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with a red veil, sat in a bridal sedan chair and was sent to the Yongning Marquis's residence amidst lively music and firecrackers.

She married Qin Shaoze, the Marquis of Yongning, and became another man's wife.

That night, he did the most impulsive and crazy thing he had ever done.

Only after that did he suddenly come to his senses, break free from his previous obsessive state, and distance himself from her from then on.

But he was destined to be unable to sever all ties with her.

Now, that initial hatred and love have long since become mixed together, entangled and incredibly complex, to the point that even he himself can no longer discern what kind of emotion it is.

Just like the osmanthus cake he ate back then, it was sweet and fragrant yet bitter and hard to swallow. It was his favorite flavor, but also the flavor he disliked the most.

Mo Chonggui took the osmanthus cake and took a bite.

The morning sun shone on the snow on the branches and rooftops as he walked along the bustling street.

......

Song family.

Princess Pingkang... no, she is no longer the princess, but a commoner named Wan Minsi, who is anxiously waiting at the gate of the Song family.

After Wan Minsi was stripped of her title as Grand Princess and expelled from the Grand Princess's residence, she was all alone and penniless, with nowhere to go but to go to Song Yong's house.

Song Yong became her husband, just like a common man marrying into his wife's family. They lived in the Grand Princess's residence, but the Song family was still her legitimate husband's family.

Although the emperor stripped her of her status as a member of the imperial family, he did not declare her marriage to Song Yong invalid, so she was still Song Yong's wife!

Wan Minsi then moved into the Song family home with a clear conscience, waiting for Song Yong to return.

The Song family all came from humble backgrounds. It was only because Song Yong became the third-ranked scholar in the imperial examination and then the consort of the most favored princess that the Song family was able to settle down in the capital.

They were all of low status and had always been accustomed to treating Wan Minsi with utmost respect and caution. Even though she had now been demoted to a commoner, they dared not immediately turn against her, fearing that she might regain power in the future.

Therefore, they could only let her stay at the Song family's house for the time being, and wait for Song Yong to return before making any decisions.

Wan Minsi stared at the end of the street in front of the Song family's house, counting down the days, her eyes practically weeping with longing.

It has been almost half a month since the emperor issued the decree allowing Song Yong to return. It only takes about ten days to travel from the south to the capital. Why hasn't Song Yong arrived yet?

It should be time today, right?

It wasn't until noon that a group of people, looking travel-worn, appeared on the other side of the street.

Wan Minsi recognized it at a glance and, overjoyed, ran over from a great distance.

"Song Lang! Song Lang!...You're finally back!"