In the spring of the twenty-fifth year of Jinghe, Princess Shouan passed away.
She was still awake when the coffin lid closed. Someone spoke outside, and the voice was clear and light, like turning an abacus: "With the princess gone, the biggest stumbling block to the marriage will be removed." Then a wisp of incense seeped in from the cracks in the coffin, and there was only one breath.
It's a pity that she is not dead yet.
The younger brother lifted the lid of the coffin overnight and dragged her out of the soil. When he opened his eyes again, Changjing lost a princess, and Xishi gained a Lady Su. There were only two things she was looking for: that voice, and that scent.
The 180th day after the death of Princess Shouan. The second son of Jingwuhou Mansion, the most unattractive man in Changjing City, was unloading vats and moving ingredients in an incense shop in the West Market. His pseudonym was Ah Qi, and he earned thirty coins a day. His brother asked him what he was planning. "There is the fragrance of Shou'an in that shop." "She is dead." "She is not dead."
One changed his face, and the other changed his name. He regarded her as an insider and kept an eye on her every day. She thought he was a silly boy from the country who was doing things every day. The two met each other in a shop for half a month, but neither of them recognized the other.
Only Na Weixiang knows.
Purpose: Establish a career with sincerity, and do not overwhelm the evil with the good