I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 117 - 86: Sugar Figurines (Part 2)

Baoyi then pulled out a thin veil to cover her face, with only Yunhao hopping along by himself.

The group strolled through the market, with Young Master Gu footing the bill, allowing Baoyi to buy to her heart’s content. Before they knew it, Jiu was struggling to carry all the snacks and items.

"Hey, I say, dear masters, can you take a break? Just one servant here, serving you four ancestors, is quite a task!"

Outside the palace, Jiu didn’t need to call himself a servant anymore.

He sat on the ground, panting heavily, with his arms full of bags.

Gu Lan took one of the bundles and then softly called out to the air, "Wei Chengyuan?"

Soon, a tall figure descended from the sky.

Wei Chengyuan appeared by her side, his amber eyes reflecting the streetlights warmly: "Lanlan, did you call me?"

"Young Master Gu, your aide is really elusive..." Baoyi remarked in surprise.

"Brother Wei, I knew you were around." A smile spread across Jiu’s baby face as he handed all the bags to Wei Chengyuan.

While waiting for Rong Heng outside the barracks, Jiu had become acquainted with Wei Chengyuan.

The two exchanged knowledge on Qinggong, and only then did Jiu realize Wei Chengyuan was the one who had killed Little Fu that night. However, as time had passed and knowing that Your Highness mentioned Wei Chengyuan had amnesia, Jiu didn’t hold a grudge. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Gu Lan handed the reins of the horse to Jiu, saying, "Wei Chengyuan is a ranger in the Capital City and knows these markets well. You two handle these horses, the silver tael is yours, then head straight to the palace to wait for us."

Hearing that the silver tael would be his, Jiu instantly became energetic: "Alright." He was worrying about being short on money to buy rice, and the rice jar in Xiaoxiang Palace was running low.

Wei Chengyuan reluctantly left: "Alright then, I’ll wait for Lanlan to return."

His large figure exuded a fierce aura, yet his expression was gentle, causing Gu Lan’s heart to flutter slightly as she said, "Alright."

At this moment, Baoyi held a flower hairpin, pointing at the long street ahead, "Gu Lan, ahead is Magpie Street, the most bustling street in the Capital City. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it’s exceptionally lively now.

Why don’t we go in for a stroll, and when it gets darker, we can dine at the teahouse at the end of Magpie Street."

"Alright," Gu Lan agreed.

They hadn’t walked far when the young prince dragged Baoyi to the other side of the street: "Brother Lan, let’s buy candied hawthorn."

The surrounding crowd was bustling, and a group of performers passed by. Gu Lan heard Baoyi shout to meet at the teahouse ahead, and when she looked up, only Rong Heng was left beside her.

"Brother Hang, is there anything you want to buy?" Gu Lan asked.

Rong Heng was about to say no but then remembered Gu Lan’s colorful candy beans and asked, "Where did you buy those candies? Jiu likes them."

He could buy some himself, so he wouldn’t have to eat the ones Gu Lan gave him, and besides, Gu Lan hadn’t given him any candy beans for three days.

"Those are sold on another street, Brother Hang. If you like them, I still have several jars in my room. I’ll give them to you when we return."

Gu Lan glanced around, suddenly spotting something and headed towards a street corner.

There stood a vendor blowing sugar figures.

The vendor carried a pole with melting syrup on a small stove on one side and a clean stone slab on the other. Gu Lan watched for a while as he blew out a lifelike little rabbit and began drawing sugar figures on the slab.

"Would you two young masters like to buy a sugar figure? My sugar figures are especially sweet," the vendor wiped his sweat and scrutinized Gu Lan and Rong Heng, his eyes darting around.

The young man leading them was extraordinary in demeanor, clearly wealthy by his clothing, with a fan at his waist worth a fortune. Even with a hat covering his head, his noble and handsome face was apparent, certainly not an ordinary person.

"I want to make a sugar figure, how much?" Gu Lan asked.

Before coming, she promised Miaoyan to buy her a sugar figure from Magpie Street.

Rong Heng, hearing her words, glanced at the vendor’s small stove with boiling syrup, subconsciously puffing out his chest.

It was rare for Gu Lan to offer to buy him candy. Although he preferred those candy beans, if she insisted on giving him a sugar figure, he could accept it with some reluctance.

"I’ve been selling on Magpie Street for years. My sugar figures are exquisitely sweet and lifelike, a craftsmanship passed down from my ancestors—" The vendor boasted.

Gu Lan interrupted impatiently, "How much!"

"Blowing a sugar figure costs a hundred wen each, and a sugar painting is fifty wen," the vendor said with a smile.

"So expensive?"

"Who’s being ripped off now?"

Both Rong Heng and Gu Lan spoke at the same time.

Rong Heng couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly.

Having visited outside the palace, he knew Magpie Street well and was aware the vendor was gouging due to Gu Lan’s extravagant appearance.

Seems Gu Lan isn’t so naïve after all.

Gu Lan lowered her head and slightly lifted her hat, her voice hoarse with a hint of menace:

"Do you know who I am?"

"N-No, I don’t....." The vendor trembled.

"In the entire Capital City’s nine districts and sixteen streets, nobody dares to overcharge me, Gu Lan!"

"Gu Lan... Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu—" The vendor’s eyes widened in terror as he pointed at Gu Lan, about to shout, only to be silenced by her glance.

"Gu, gu what, hurry up and blow, blow ten, and make them big."

Gu Lan unceremoniously threatened, tossing a handful of copper coins to the vendor, which she had previously won from Chen Da.

The meat buns she ate before, with thin skin and hefty filling, were only three wen each. Yet, a tiny sugar figure dared to sell for a hundred wen, how outrageous.

Anyone dare to fleece her? Was Young Master Gu’s reputation not enough, or was her grip on the sword failing?

"But... But this is only twenty wen, it’s not enough for ten sugar figures..." The vendor’s face turned pale, yet he weakly objected.

Rong Heng lifted his head, revealing a handsome and aloof face under his hat, his voice deep: "Do it."

The vendor’s endless chatter was delaying Gu Lan’s purchase of sugar figures for him.