Trading a piece of candy for a clingy, sycophantic Bao Yintang is still a good deal.
Yinreng led Tong Wanyan around, not caring what they bought, just to get some fresh air and enjoy something new.
Yinzhen was munching on a sugar painting when he nibbled off the head of the sugar monkey in one bite—it was incredibly clean and efficient.
It was probably Tong Wanyan's indulgence that sparked Yinzhen's renewed love for sweets.
After suppressing their cravings for months, they indulged in a feast once they let go.
This pastry looks piping hot, let's pack it up.
That honey drizzled on the pastry looks delicious, I'll buy it! What? Expensive! How could the Ninth Prince, a man of such high status, be short of money? Buy, buy, buy!
Yinzhen ate happily, but the guards protecting him behind the scenes frowned bitterly.
Those who could serve as guards by the emperor's side not only needed to be highly skilled in martial arts, but also had to come from good families.
As a result, after going out with the prince, he didn't get to use his brother's power and prestige; instead, he became a servant carrying things. The psychological gap was so great that he walked with his head down, afraid of being laughed at by his usual cronies.
When Tong Wanyan finished shopping at a cosmetics shop with Yinreng, she turned around and saw Yintang sitting on a chair in the rest area, sipping tea and eating a snack.
She said worriedly, "Master, Ninth Brother has been eating nonstop for almost half an hour now. I see that the guards following him are carrying nothing but food. He's such a small child, I hope he doesn't overeat."
Yinreng looked away from the dazzling array of rouge and powder and gave a brief look at Yintang, whose cheeks were bulging.
"It's alright, let him eat as much as he wants. He knows his limits, at most he'll overeat, but he won't get sick from it," Yinreng said nonchalantly.
Yinzhen sensed someone watching him. He swallowed the pastry in his mouth and looked up to meet Yinreng's gaze.
He smiled sweetly: "Second brother, you accompany your sister-in-law to continue shopping, don't worry about me. I've already picked out the rouge for Mother, so I can report back when I get home."
He looked so silly that Yinreng covered his eyes, unable to bear to look.
"You've finished shopping, let's go back. Don't throw away any of the pastries you bought, take them all back and eat them." Yinreng's words were waiting for this moment.
Yinzhen turned around and stared at the thing in the guard's hand, a bulging package. He touched his stomach, as if it were convulsing.
"Second Brother, is it really that bad? I eat like this at home too," Yin Tang said.
Yinreng raised an eyebrow: "The snacks at home are cut into small pieces. The ones you don't like won't be served. The leftovers are all clean and given to the servants as a reward, and they're even something to brag about. Look at what you've left now, you've only taken a bite or two of a piece, and even the dog wouldn't eat it. If you don't want to take it back, you can throw it away. Tomorrow I'll have Father send you to the estate in the outskirts of Beijing so you can experience the hardships of ordinary people."
The sweetness in Yinzhen's mouth turned completely bitter.
"Second brother, you're making fun of me," Yinzhen said, feigning pitifulness.
Tong Wanyan watched as Yinreng personally went to pay the bill, took a small bag of rouge, and smiled sweetly.
“Ninth Brother, your Second Brother isn’t talking nonsense. Dogs can’t eat sweets, they’ll die,” Tong Wanyan said seriously.
The sugar frosting from the pastry on Yinzhen's lips dimmed considerably in that instant.
"Second Sister-in-law, you always side with Second Brother," Yinzhen snorted.
Tong Wanyan took Yinreng's hand, their fingers intertwined: "My husband, of course I'll side with him. Besides, what Master said is all right. Ninth Brother, be good, if you don't go back soon, your second brother can send you to the estate right now."
The coldness of human relationships and the fickleness of the world made Yinzhen feel as bitter as a cucumber soaked in a vinegar jar for a month.
It's sour and wrinkled.
He angrily took another bite of the pastry on the plate: "Go home!"
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