When Xiao Yanyin entered Qingshan Academy, he had the coldness of the grandson of the former dynasty in his bones and the chess game of restoring the country in his heart. He pretended to be a sick and dandy, and originally used the medical girl Xie Yifu as a stable chess piece. He used the Baicao Hut to cover his body and feel his pulse, listening to her pounding the honey while she said softly: "You have to use sweet-scented osmanthus cake to pay for your honey money." He smiled lightly, but he didn't know that the scent of the cake was softening his tense paranoia inch by inch.
The day she blocked the arrow for him, she did not scream, but her back gently met the edge of the blade. The osmanthus was still fragrant in her hair, and the sugar crumbs on her fingertips were not dry. Her breath was like a gossamer: "... Don't owe me too much..." The jade seal, secret order, hatred and calculation in his arms just cracked open - what leaked out was not his grandson, but the man who wanted to keep the sound of her pounding medicine despite giving up his country.
He finally regained his position, but he was also crazy - he didn't hiss or roar, he just rubbed the half-jar of honey she left behind and murmured, "Is the cake steamed yet?" The osmanthus paths in the deep palace were filled with flowers, and he walked among them, as if she were still beside the stove, brushing away the dust for him. When a virtuous member of the clan takes over the throne, he loosens the jade seal, just like letting go of a private debt that cannot be repaid.
That night, the path was filled with the fragrance of flowers. He leaned against the old couch, holding her linen towel wrapped with herbs in his arms. He seemed to hear a soft call, "Try it while it's hot." He closed his eyes peacefully and followed her back to the Western Mountains.
The annals of history only read: "The emperor died and was buried in the Western Mountains without building a mausoleum."
Qingshan remembers——
He once conquered the world, but he only owed her a drawer of unsteamed osmanthus sweetness; he finally fell asleep with regrets and never had to wake up or pay back.
Mountains and rivers can be restored, but green hills remain unchanged.
The smell of the cake was the truest way home in his life.
Purpose: Return to Qingshan, just to pay the debt of half a lifetime of sweet-scented osmanthus
