The wedding dress in Northern Xinjiang was stained with the coldness of the poisonous wine from the previous life. Shen Zhiwei woke up in front of the mirror - last night he was a lonely soul wrapped in yellow sand, but this evening he was back on the eve of his sister's wedding. The aunt's mother's urging voice came through the rain. She took out her silver hairpin and tapped the dowry: "My daughter is infected with the cold. It would be bad to miss my sister's marriage."
In her sleeve, she clutched the sweet-scented osmanthus cake recipe left by her old grandma. In the drawer of the mirror table, the residual jade engraved with the word "Jue" glowed coldly. It was a disaster that she did not dare to touch again in this life. In this life, she just wants to guard the small kitchen in Xikuoyuan, let the scent of sugar diffuse the plot of the Hou Mansion, and never get involved in any disputes again.
But the storm refused to spare her: her eldest sister smashed her candy cake, and she picked up the grass clippings and sighed, "Make more next time, don't let the dust stain my sister's hands."
It wasn't until the night of the palace banquet that King Jing Xiao Jue stopped in front of her, his fingertips stained with icing sugar: "Miss Shen's candy cake fell." She raised her eyes and looked into his deep eyes, and saw that the osmanthus crumbs on his sleeves were exactly the same as those in her own small kitchen.
Only later did she understand that it was him who had given her the hosta, blocked assassins, and guarded her lonely grave in her previous life. In this life, it was also this cold-hearted prince who watched her "show off" and escape from the world, but secretly hid her sugar cake recipes in her personal sachet.
