Two loud bangs.
The Holy Emperor was so frightened that he scrambled out of the Imperial Study, his dragon robe askew.
A series of crackling sounds suddenly erupted from inside.
The Holy Emperor's heart trembled as well.
a long time.
The sounds inside the room stopped.
With an afro and a dark expression, Eunuch Wang emerged from the entrance of the Imperial Study.
"His Majesty."
"Waaaaah..."
"This servant's life is in danger."
The Holy Emperor recoiled as if he had seen a ghost, asking, "You, you, you, what kind of monster are you?"
As he spoke, he grabbed a broom from the door and slapped it hard across Eunuch Wang's face.
"ah--"
"Your Majesty, it is your servant."
The Holy Emperor found the voice extremely familiar and murmured, "Strange? Why does it sound so much like Eunuch Wang's voice?"
Oh no, I accidentally forgot about Eunuch Wang. Is it still possible to go back and rescue him?
Thinking it over, he dropped the broom and went back to the Imperial Study.
He waved his dragon-embroidered sleeve in front of him, "Eunuch Wang, you are..."
"ah!"
"My imperial study—"
Half an hour later.
The Holy Emperor sat pitifully on the corridor, looking miserably at the palace servants cleaning up the mess inside the room.
He stretched out his dragon sleeve and wiped his tearless eyes.
Why was he curious just now?
Why did we try to stop Eunuch Wang?
If we weren't curious, this wouldn't have happened!
The entire imperial study was burned down.
Even the memorials to the throne are gone!
He figured he was truly the unluckiest monarch in history.
Just then, the Regent walked hurriedly from the other end of the corridor.
When he saw billowing white smoke rising from the entrance of the Imperial Study, he quickened his pace.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
"How could the Imperial Study have burned down out of nowhere?"
The Holy Emperor wanted to cry, but he dared not.
Isn't she your daughter?
He didn't dare say those words out loud.
"Brother, you've come at the perfect time."
"My imperial study has been burned down, and I can no longer review memorials."
“Starting tomorrow, I will send memorials to your residence until the Imperial Study is repaired.”
Hey.
Cool!
That's perfect, since I don't need to review memorials.
The regent's worried expression froze.
So that's what you were planning?
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and pretended to wipe away the Emperor's tears.
"Brother, don't be sad."
"I still have many memorials to review at my residence, so I must return."
As he spoke, he directly stuffed the handkerchief into the Holy Emperor's hand.
He left without looking back.
The Holy Emperor was taken aback, then shouted.
"It's settled then."
Back to the Regent's Palace.
Mo Qing, seeing the prince behaving in a way that was completely unlike his usual self, could no longer hold back.
"Your Highness, what's wrong?"
The Regent said, "Mo Qing, quickly, pack your things and go stay at the other residence for a while."
"Your Highness, what has happened?"
"Stop asking, don't waste time."
Fighting for him and reviewing his memorials?
Dream on!
They're really good at calculating!
"Go and tell Mo Feng to come back."
Mo Qing, who was initially somewhat doubtful, was delighted when he heard the Regent agree to let Mo Feng return, and said happily, "Yes, Your Highness."
Meanwhile, on the streets of Bianjing.
Yao Qianshu, Lin Chang'an, and Lin Wanwan started shouting and hawking their wares at their street stalls.
"Auntie, your jujube cake is really delicious."
The old woman smiled as she tidied the things in the basket. "Young master, if you like it, come again next time. This is a time-honored brand that has been passed down for generations."
Lin Chang'an chuckled and said, "Alright, Auntie. Oh, what a pity to eat such delicious food so late, and the Marquis of Zhenbei actually lied to me and said it was made from a ditch!"
The old woman's smile froze. "What? The Marquis of Zhenbei really said that?"
"Yes, he used to be my father, and I didn't dare to tell him for fear of being beaten by him. Now that he's not, I certainly can't lie to you."
Upon hearing this, the old woman angrily threw the handkerchief onto the carrying pole.
"What a scoundrel, Marquis of Zhenbei! It's one thing to scheme against his own wife, but he even dares to insult my pastries."
"I should have let him buy on credit! I'm going to find him and settle the score right now!"
As she spoke, the old woman pulled up her trouser leg and headed towards the Zhenbei Marquis's residence.
Lin Chang'an's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Hehe."
Then he pulled Yao Qianshu and walked to another place.
Passing by the pitch-pot stall, Yao Qianshu stopped and pointed, "Here?"
Lin Chang'an took a look.
Ouch.
That almost went too far.
"Sir, how much does it cost per game of pitch-pot?"
The uncle chuckled and said, "Young master, it costs three coins per game of pitch-pot."
Lin Chang'an was startled. "Ah, it really is three copper coins?"
The middle-aged man stroked his stubble and said proudly, "That's right. This stall has been run by several generations of people. I took it from my parents and it's about to be passed on to my son."
"Uncle, isn't it inappropriate to pass this on to your son?"
“What’s wrong with that? It has always been my grandfather’s wish to do this for a hundred years.”
Lin Chang'an blinked innocently and said, "Then you'd better act with a clear conscience from now on."
The uncle was now puzzled.
He's always been very honest; his prices are lower than others, and he even gives you two extra bamboo skewers.
"Kid, we operate with integrity here, why would we overcharge?"
Lin Chang'an immediately shook his head, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant."
“When I was at the Marquis of Zhenbei’s residence, the Marquis of Zhenbei said that your place was the cheapest, and that the bamboo was of poor quality and must have been picked up from a latrine. He forbade us from coming here to play.”
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