"I will never be tempted in the future - unless you treat me to the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from East Street."
Zhou Haitang, the son of a national master, his ideal in life is to lie flat. Until the Lantern Festival, he was targeted by Prince Mu Jin.
Zhou Haitang: "Brother, are there lantern riddles on my face?"
Mu Jin was expressionless: "The mystery is 'why some people would rather look at the lanterns than enter the palace for a banquet'."
Zhou Haitang: "... The answer may be that he is hungry."
Mu Jin: "The Imperial Chef's eighteen dim sum dishes are not as good as the East Street Osmanthus Cake?"
Zhou Haitang was shocked: "How do you know I like to eat that?!"
A "conspiracy" caused by sweet-scented osmanthus cake unfolds——
The prince began his clumsy pursuit: an "accidental encounter" in the academy broke Zhou Haitang's favorite inkstone; he rushed to block an arrow for him on the hunting ground.
Zhou Haitang: "Your Highness, the arrow actually missed the target."
Mu Jin's ears turned red: "... Inertia."
The situation in the court suddenly changed, and the two were forced to confront each other. After going to court, Zhou Haitang secretly stuffed a note: "Tonight, I found a new roast duck restaurant at the same place."
In the study room on a rainy night, the two of them were quarreling on the surface. After the attendant withdrew——
Zhou Haitang whispered: "Do you want the roast duck?"
Mu Jin felt aggrieved: "I want. Two."
Until the poisoned arrow shot through the air, Zhou Haitang stood in front of Mu Jin. When he was hit by the arrow, he muttered: "Now... I'm afraid you won't be able to pay for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you owe..."
When he first woke up after being seriously injured, he met the prince's red eyes.
Zhou Haitang smiled weakly: "Don't cry... How about you buy the Osmanthus Cake Shop?"
Mu Jin held his hand tightly: "I bought it a long time ago."
Before leaving, Zhou Haitang stuffed three large packages of osmanthus cakes into Mu Jin's luggage: "If you win, you will have osmanthus cakes, but if you lose, you will only have osmanthus branches."
And none of them knew that the Imperial Master looked at his son's retreating back and murmured to himself: "When will this child find out... That he had already eaten the prince's sweet-scented osmanthus cake when he was a child in Hanshan Temple?"
Purpose: Love is not a constraint, but allows you to still be your true self when taking responsibility.
