Decree of Imperial Favor

Eighth Prince: My lady, could you prepare some spices for me? Su Jinmian [frowning]: Star anise, fennel, angelica root, cinnamon, cloves, Sichuan pepper, cardamom... Eighth Prince: If I wanted ordinary spices like those, why would I ask you? Su Jinmian [with a constipated expression]: Then what do you want? Eighth Prince [with a cunning, sinister look]: The scent on you is so distinctive, my lady. Su Jinmian [schemed against, yet looking like an innocent lamb]: Is it? These are the spices you gave me last night. Eighth Prince [picking up a sack nearby as if it were only natural]: Get inside. I want to carry you around with me. Su Jinmian was instantly dumbfounded: ...Could you be any more shameless? If one day I were to lose my power, would you leave with it? You are the Eighth Prince, and I am your wife, Yunqi. If you lose your position and become a commoner, I will still be your wife, Yunqi. Ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains, ten miles of spring breeze, none compare to you. All this power is for you, Su Jinmian.