江小凰见势不妙，心中暗叫不好，生怕舅公再惹出什么事端，将这原本欢乐的氛围搅得一团糟。她赶忙上前，用尽全身力气把苏小侯爷拉了回来，焦急地说道：“舅公，别闹了，我们走吧，别在这里添乱了。您这样会让大家都难堪的。”

众人这才从人群中缓缓退了出来，继续踏上赶路的行程。江砚看着苏小侯爷，眼中既有无奈，又带着一丝宠溺，他无奈地摇了摇头，笑着嗔怪道：“你呀，真是个十足的惹事精，走到哪里都不安分。这一路上，就数你最能折腾。”

Young Marquis Su continued to mutter in disbelief, "I was telling the truth. They just didn't tell it well enough, and didn't show off my brother-in-law's majesty. I'm just restating the facts. What's wrong with that?"

After several days of long journey, they finally arrived in the capital. The gates of the Prime Minister's residence towered majestically, like a fortress guarding the family's honor. The vermilion gate was solemn and majestic, like a weathered elder, quietly recounting the family's glory and splendor. Upon learning of their safe return, everyone in the Prime Minister's residence breathed a sigh of relief, as if taut strings had finally been relaxed.

Su Jinli stood in the mansion, her eyes tenderly gazing at her reunited family, a relieved smile on her face. That smile was like the most gorgeous flower blooming in spring, warm and kind, as if it could dispel all the haze in the world. She softly said, "Okay, I hope everyone is back safely." As she spoke, her gaze fell on Jiang Xiaohuang, eyes filled with concern and love, and she earnestly warned, "Xiaohuang, don't run around like this anymore. You scared everyone at home and made everyone worried."

"I know, grandma." Jiang Xiaohuang stuck out her tongue playfully. She looked so adorable, like a little elf who had done something wrong, making people feel pity for her.

Mo Chen looked at this heartwarming scene, but a trace of worry rose in his heart. He knew very well that his identity as the young master of the Demon Cult was like a bomb that could explode at any time. It was a potential danger signal that could bring unexpected trouble to the Prime Minister's Mansion at any time. So, with a heavy heart, he slowly stepped forward and said goodbye to everyone, with a hint of reluctance that was hard to conceal in his voice: "Grandpa, grandma, uncle, aunt Nianli, Mo Chen is very grateful for your rescue this time. This kindness will be unforgettable for Mo Chen. But my identity as the young master of the Demon Cult is always a hidden danger. I can't cause trouble to the Prime Minister's Mansion because of myself. I say goodbye now. I hope you all take care."

"Mo Chen," Jiang Yan called him, his eyes filled with sincerity and kindness, like the warm sun in winter, warm and gentle, "Stay, the Prime Minister's Mansion is your home. In this world, family members should support each other, so why fear those so-called troubles? Since we decided to save you, we never thought that we would be burdened by your identity. If you leave, it will seem alienated."

Mo Chen was stunned. He looked at Jiang Yan's sincere eyes, as if he could see the kindness and tolerance deep in Jiang Yan's heart. He turned to look at Jiang Xiaohuang, only to see that Jiang Xiaohuang's eyes were full of anticipation and reluctance. Those eyes were like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his heart. In that moment, he felt an unprecedented warmth and sense of belonging, as if a long-adrift ship had finally found a harbor. After thinking for a moment, he slowly nodded, tears of emotion flashing in his eyes. Those tears, reflected in the sunlight, were like crystal pearls, shining with the brilliance of humanity.

From then on, Mo Chen settled down in the Prime Minister's residence. He and Jiang Xiaohuang worked together on the bun shop, their roles clearly defined and their collaboration seamless. Jiang Xiaohuang, with her meticulous attention to detail, was responsible for greeting customers and managing the shop's chores, while Mo Chen, with his agility, helped with preparing ingredients and carrying goods. Jiang Xiaocai often came to help, his simple, honest demeanor and simple smile like a warm sun, dispelling all the fatigue and worries of the shop and bringing joy to the people. Through the combined efforts of the three, the bun shop flourished and grew in size. Their buns, with their unique flavor and high-quality ingredients, won the hearts of the people of the capital, and their fame gradually spread throughout the city, becoming a legendary culinary tradition.

It was a sunny day, the sky a brilliant blue like a jewel, with pristine white clouds floating through it. Jiang Yan, as usual, sat beneath the tranquil grape trellis in the prime minister's residence, reading. Sunlight filtered through the layers of grape leaves, casting dappled shadows like a dreamlike painting, enveloping Jiang Yan as if draped in a mysterious veil. Jiang Xiaohuang and Mo Chen, carrying freshly made steamed buns, approached briskly, their steps dancing in the air like cheerful notes.

"Grandpa, try our new sweet-scented osmanthus buns," Jiang Xiaohuang said with a smile, her face brimming with pride, as if she were showcasing a meticulously crafted work of art, the product of countless efforts. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she awaited Jiang Yan's evaluation.

Jiang Yan took the bun and took a bite. The sweet aroma of osmanthus and the richness of sugar instantly filled his mouth. The wonderful flavor danced on his tongue like a feast for the senses. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he praised, "Mm, so sweet! This tastes absolutely amazing! It's even better than the osmanthus cake I bought back then. Your craftsmanship is truly becoming more and more refined."

Mo Chen looked at Jiang Yan, and his mind couldn't help but recall the scene in the dilapidated temple, Jiang Yan's embarrassed yet adorable expression when he dropped the oil-wrapped wrapper for the osmanthus cake. That scene, like a brilliant pearl in the long river of time, was embedded deep in his memory. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and that laughter was like the crisp chirping of birds, shattering the momentary silence.

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