Qin Zhaoyue was heartbroken. These kids these days are just too rich.
She checked; all three children had money on them, with silver notes worth a thousand taels each, and each of them carrying tens of thousands of taels.
Good heavens, he was away on a business trip for more than two months, working and being assassinated, and he still managed to make 100,000 taels of silver.
They said they risked their lives for this money, so they can't be in the wrong, right?
As a result, the child went out shopping with 10,000 taels of silver. Where can we find justice in this?
It wasn't that exaggerated. The main problem was that imperial heirs were not allowed to leave the palace without a valid reason. They usually had important business to attend to when they left the palace, so they didn't have time to wander around.
To put it bluntly, even if you have money, you can't spend it.
Having finally gotten a chance, with my sixth sister leading the way, I can't help but spend it all!
Qin Zhaoyue still became the leader of the children, after all, each of them gave a thousand taels of silver as tribute.
What? Scamming children out of money? No way! They did it all willingly.
Making money is nothing to be ashamed of. In half a day, you can generate the equivalent of a year's worth of income for the Mo Group. What else is there to say?
Everyone was dressed up very formally to send off the two princes, which was obviously not suitable for shopping.
However, they were prepared, changed into ordinary clothes, and didn't plan to bring many people with them.
"Sixth Prince, this is inappropriate..."
Hearing her say that none of the three families needed to bring servants anymore, they immediately became anxious.
Qin Zhaoyue, hands tucked into her pockets, said, "What's the point of playing with a bunch of people? Why don't you all go play by yourselves?"
The old nanny's gaze fell on her arms. How could she say such a thing after receiving three thousand taels of silver?
Qin Zhaoyue was extremely perceptive and immediately realized what this meant.
"What, you want to try hiring a bodyguard like this for this little bit of money?"
The old nanny fell silent. With six Qingluan Guards and a coachman who looked strong and powerful, three thousand taels of silver wasn't a waste.
"Stop talking," Xiao Jiu grabbed her hand, "I'm going with Sixth Sister."
"Yes, yes, we're going to Lingering Garden at noon anyway, it's just a morning."
When the master speaks, the servant has no choice but to nod reluctantly.
Just as they were about to say a few more words of advice, Qin Zhaoyue had already turned around and boarded the carriage.
Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, the maids, servants, and guards from the three families huddled together, each feeling uneasy and anxious.
"Quick, let's follow from a distance."
They dared not really give up, and could only fall behind.
Inside the carriage, Little Jiu excitedly swung her short legs, "Sixth Sister, where are we going?"
"Eat breakfast."
Hmm... Her joyful expression froze.
Damn it, she hadn't thought of that. She had breakfast as usual before leaving the palace that morning.
The other two boys also looked rather pale; it was clear they were both in the same boat.
Qin Zhaoyue remained silent.
Up to her time, all the children were born to the Empress Dowager while she was still a prince.
After ascending the throne, it took several years to stabilize the court before his three younger brothers and sisters were born.
It can be said that the childhood environment of the seventh, eighth, and ninth children was completely different from that of the first six.
The mother they knew was now the Emperor, the supreme ruler, and familial affection had faded, while the rules became far more stringent.
Four imperial heirs sat in the carriage, with the Mo Group standing guard around it.
The one driving the carriage was Ping An, whose imposing figure was quite intimidating.
The guide was Mo Yi, and soon the carriage entered Langyinfang.
Jade bells hang from the eaves, and it is said that when the wind blows, their clear and melodious sound can reach the imperial city.
As the morning mist drifted over the eaves, the children eagerly lifted the carriage curtain to peek outside, listening to the tinkling of bells and the bustling sounds of people.
Qin Zhaoyue rolled her eyes. She looked like she'd never seen anything like it before. Ugh, embarrassing.
"Xiao Qi, you can go to the side."
Qin Zhaoyue moved the little boy to the other side, occupying the left side alone, and craning her neck to look out.
"I'm Xiao Ba!"
Seeing that his sixth sister ignored him and stuck out her bottom, completely occupying one side of the car window, he pouted and could only squeeze to the other side with his brother to look out.
The water chestnuts freshly picked from Quchi were still covered in mud, and glistening watermarks rolled out of the bamboo basket.
A cypress wood cutting board was set up in the shop, and a shop assistant wearing a blue turban was pounding wild kudzu root into a stone mortar.
Pour the ochre-colored paste into a porcelain basin and knead it with wheat bran to form fist-sized Jiuxia cakes.
The aroma of roasted pepper and salt wafted from under the tarpaulin shed at the corner, and an old woman used iron tongs to turn the golden thread oil tower on the roasting plate.
The puff pastry wraps around pickled mushrooms, and customers at the stall blow on them briefly before stuffing them into their mouths.
Qin Zhaoyue could almost hear the crunching sound of chewing, and every time a strand was torn open, oil droplets mixed with dogwood powder would burst out.
"parking!"
Her mouth was watering uncontrollably; she hadn't eaten anything since waking up early, but now she couldn't resist anymore.
“Xiao Jiu stands in the middle, and the three of you hold hands.”
The three children remained silent, none of them moving.
Although they are siblings and live in the palace together, Xiao Jiu is not really familiar with these two brothers.
Qin Zhaoyue had no time to waste with them. "If you're not going to hold hands, go back to the carriage."
The next moment, Xiao Jiu ran between the two brothers and offered his little hand.
"Still such a weak man, can't even protect his own sister, tsk tsk tsk..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Jiu's little hand was taken.
Two little boys, one on the left and one on the right, stubbornly turned their gazes to one side, refusing to look at the middle.
Qin Zhaoyue pursed her lips, a playful smile on her face: Easily controlled!
Ping An continued to ride slowly, knowing that with his strength, there was no need to worry about the horse being startled.
The six-person half-branch of the Ink Group, with two on Qin Zhaoyue's left and right sides in front and the remaining four guarding the young princes, surged into the crowd.
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