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Crack! Crack!
Some families had their New Year's Eve dinner early, and outside, the sound of firecrackers echoed thunderously. Further away, fireworks exploded in vibrant bursts.
Rong Jiayi smiled at Song Feiwan and said, "Come here, I have something to show you."
"Hmm?"
Impatient with her slowness, Rong Jiayi grabbed her sleeve and led her to the open courtyard.
As Song Feiwan focused her gaze, she saw many boxes of fireworks laid out on the ground!
"Did you prepare this?"
"Yes." Rong Jiayi waved his hand, signaling her to stand back a bit. He took out a lighter and ignited one of the fireworks.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Beautiful fireworks erupted in the sky above them.
The colorful lights flashed for a moment, illuminating their faces.
Song Feiwan had seen many dazzling fireworks in modern times that soared higher and displayed richer colors and patterns than these.
But when Rong Jiayi stood tall with his back to the fireworks, smiling as he shouted to her, "Happy New Year, Wanwan! May all your wishes come true!" that genuine joy deeply touched her.
Life may seem meaningless; it is the experiences shared with others and the memories created that dispel loneliness and give it significance.
Song Feiwan thought seriously about how wonderful it was to celebrate the New Year with friends. She began to look forward to the year ahead.
So she beamed back at Rong Jiayi and shouted, "You too, Lord Rong!"
In stark contrast to the lively warmth of the Kang Medical Clinic, the Prince Chen's residence was shrouded in silence.
On New Year's Eve, all government offices were closed except for the night watchmen. After paying respects to the Emperor and Consort Rong, Xiao Yu had no choice but to return to Prince Chen's residence.
To welcome the New Year, Prince Chen's residence had taken down its plain white curtains and put up couplets. However, since the princess had only been married for less than a year, the couplets were not red but white instead.
Every household was celebrating the New Year, and the city was bustling with the sounds of fireworks and firecrackers, which only highlighted the solitude of the Prince's residence.
As mentioned before, when Xiao Yu was in a bad mood, someone was bound to suffer. For the past few months, his emotions had been like a suppressed volcano, always on the verge of eruption.
The consequences of his displeasure were not limited to the troublemakers in the Ministry of War; even Crown Prince Xiao Yan was not spared.
Earlier in the year, a military funds theft case had shocked both court and commoners alike. Rong Jiayi, as the presiding official, had conducted an extensive investigation. However, he was later reassigned to the south for another case, leaving this matter in Xiao Yu's hands.
Xiao Yu knew that this case would involve many people, yet he showed no mercy whatsoever. With Song Feiwan dead, what did he have left to worry about? Even if there was no direct connection, it mattered little to him.
After a brutal and ruthless investigation, he finally grasped the key evidence: the case had been orchestrated by none other than Xiao Yan himself!
Xiao Yu couldn't help but scoff. Here was a Crown Prince who could command the wind and rain, yet he had stooped so low as to covet military funds. What was it? Did he think that the Emperor had lived too long and wanted to ascend to power prematurely?
Xiao Yu and Xiao Yan had never seen eye to eye; now that he held evidence in hand, how could he not take full advantage of it? He hoped his elder brother could withstand the pressure and not make things too boring for him too quickly.
With a sinister glint in his eyes, Xiao Yu drained his cup in one go, not even glancing at the lavish spread before him that remained untouched. He ordered from outside, "Bring me needles."
After some time of treatment, his memories were showing signs of loosening up. He had a premonition that soon he would remember everything.
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