Uncle Tong and Uncle Chuan had a clear division of labor: one found a place, dug a pit, and buried the black wolf; the other dragged Mushroom, made him remember the place where the black wolf was buried, and then carried him to the side of the carriage. Since they couldn't find anything suitable, they simply found a slightly old robe in their luggage, tied Mushroom up and wrapped it up to prevent his blood from soiling the carriage, and finally tied him to the back of the carriage.
They continued their journey, with the carriage carrying the mushrooms tied to it in front, so that the people in the carriages behind could keep an eye on him to prevent him from falling off or breaking free and escaping.
Beneath the mushroom was a sack of hay for feeding horses, so apart from the pain and lack of freedom, the bumpy ride wasn't too unbearable.
The mushroom stared blankly at the sky, relieved that it hadn't died, then began to regret its actions. But it was too late; there's no medicine for regret.
In the other carriage, Hong Xiaoduo, after stretching her muscles, felt extremely comfortable. Looking at the two extra heavy purses, she couldn't help but feel emotional. When she first arrived in this dynasty, she was penniless and so hungry that she couldn't even afford a meat bun.
Look at it now, a casual trip to the capital and you'll have thousands of taels of gold notes in your pocket. Getting rich is that easy.
It's a bit strange, the more money you have, the more money seems to flow into your hands, without you even having to rack your brains to figure out how to make more!
Just now, she dealt with the people who came to kill her and got more than a thousand taels of silver. Now, she won't work for nothing.
Hong Xiaoduo leaned against the pile of quilts in a cheerful mood, crossed her legs, and hummed a little tune.
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At the Marquis of Fu'an's residence in the capital, Mu Rongjing was about to go out on business and went to say goodbye to his mother.
The princess didn't hear a word her son said; she just stared intently at his lips.
"Princess?" Seeing that his son had already left and the princess was still lost in thought, the Marquis couldn't help but call out.
Seeing that she was looking at him, he asked again, "What did you see?"
The princess pouted and said, "I didn't apply it."
"What do you mean there's no picture?" The Marquis didn't understand and was very puzzled.
"Before leaving, that girl asked Zizheng's wife to give me some rouge. She said it was an ordinary little trinket, but I had never seen it before. It smelled of flowers and the color was pretty, unlike the gaudy ones I bought in the shop. I couldn't bear to use it."
When Jing'er found out that the girl had given me something, he came over to see what it was. Who would have thought that after seeing it, he would actually take one by himself? What would a grown man like him want that thing for?
If he were a womanizer, he would have gone to see the woman he liked, but he's like a monk who grew up in a temple; he doesn't seem to have any relationships with women.
"Luckily, he didn't see those scented soaps, otherwise he would definitely have taken them too," the princess said indignantly.
The Marquis, who was standing to the side, was quite helpless. He was not at home when Madam Hua came, but he heard about it from the Princess when he returned. He also noticed that her lips were different from usual. The color was indeed not gaudy, but beautiful and alluring. He couldn't help but hug the Princess and kiss her several times. The scent was also very pleasant. Most importantly, after kissing the Princess, his own lips were not stained with rouge as before, and he had to carefully wash and wipe them before going out.
"Jing'er probably took it to keep as a memento. After all, she doesn't know if she'll ever have the chance to see him again. As his mother, you should understand." The Marquis understood what was going on and couldn't help but laugh.
"Understand him? Understand my ass! He's incompetent, thinks too much, and doesn't fight for what he wants. Who can he blame? That was a gift from that maid. I asked, and only Zizheng's wife and I have it. Why should he take it and monopolize it?" The princess's temper flared up again.
When the Marquis realized that he had inadvertently brought up something he shouldn't have, he felt helpless looking at the furious Princess. He also felt wronged, since it was his son who had caused the trouble, so why should he, as the father, have to bear the consequences?
However, since his wife was angry, he couldn't just ignore her: "Princess, we can't think like that. You have to think about it. That girl gave you these things, so isn't it because our Jing'er knew her first and they had a good relationship?"
Otherwise, even if she came to the capital, she wouldn't have any interaction with our Marquis's residence!
The princess was indignant and wanted to refute it, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense.
Seeing that his reassurance had worked, the Marquis breathed a sigh of relief and gently patted the princess's hand, saying, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Perhaps Jing'er's marriage is not yet time."
Also, don't be stingy with the rouge and soap; they might spoil if you leave them too long, which would be a real waste. If you like them, just tell Jing'er, and he'll find a way to get them from that girl.
He was given a reason to seek out the other person, and he couldn't be happier than that! He'd be overjoyed and eager to find a way!
“That’s true, but I still can’t use it every day. I’ll use it when I go out.” The princess’s emotions finally calmed down, and she smiled happily.
These are not ordinary trinkets; they are high-quality items that even if you have money and status, you can't buy anywhere else.
The Empress had hosted a private banquet for her, but she didn't give any to the Empress, only to Lady Hua and herself. This was enough to show that she and Lady Hua held a different position in that girl's heart than others.
Thinking of this, the princess slammed her hand on the table, startling the marquis. She said, "When Jing'er comes back, I'll tell him whether he's incapable of winning that girl's heart or whether he really has no romantic feelings for her, as he claims."
"If he can't, then when I have another chance to see that girl, I'll adopt her and raise her as my daughter."
After saying that, seeing the Marquis looking at him in astonishment, he immediately said, "What, you don't agree?"
The Marquis immediately shook his head and said, "How could I disagree? That girl's temperament is exactly like ours. If she is willing to be our daughter, I would be overjoyed."
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