Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 443 Happy New Year

The moon rises above the branches, fine snow falls, and the moonlight that seeps through the gaps in the clouds is broken and falls on the capital. Even though it is late at night, the streets and alleys are still bustling.

Some dancers were skilled in light-footed movements, leaping up and down the streets and rooftops like flying dragons in the sky.

The shadow puppets fought fiercely in the light of the curtain. The main character, wrapped in a cloak and holding a long sword, dodged and weaved, seemingly modeled after the leader of the Central Plains Jianghu, Weiming Hou.

Some people wear exquisitely carved costumes, hold long-handled knives, and stand in front of the fire, brushing their knives and singing operas; this is Nuo opera.

Fireworks light up the night sky constantly, mingling with the smoke of gunpowder and snow.

The streets were filled with all sorts of stalls, and pedestrians thronged the area.

On the wide street, the luxurious carriages rolled over the bluestone paving stones, but did not attract much attention from the tourists.

Luo Chaoyan changed into a festive warm red dress and sat properly in the carriage. She yawned slightly, looking a little sleepy, occasionally lifting her hand to gently lift the curtain, glancing sideways at the street scene, and muttering:

"If only I had taken a nap, I wouldn't be so sleepy now, my eyelids are drooping... Mother?"

Luo Chaoyan looked at the opposite side in confusion. The Empress Dowager was holding a pillow with both hands. She had also changed into an elegant dress and was curled up in the corner of the carriage, sleeping soundly. Her sleeping posture was cute, like a young girl. A strand of hair was held in her lips, which then brought out the lazy charm of a mature woman.

Luo Chaoyan stood up and nudged the Empress Dowager's shoulder, "Mother, Mother? Why do you look so tired?"

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, although the Empress Dowager and her lover's tender time together was not long...

The Empress Dowager was still aching all over and could barely walk. She almost fainted from being offended by Marquis Weiming.

She mustered her strength to change her clothes and take a shower. As soon as she stepped into the carriage, she fell asleep again. Luo Chaoyan called her twice, but she didn't wake up. She just mumbled something in a daze.

"Mmm~ Slower... Mmm~ Faster is fine too... I need to pee..."

Luo Chaoyan tilted her head. Although the current emperor had stepped on Marquis Weiming, he had little practical experience. Her mother had died early, and no one had taught her, so she really couldn't understand.

"Does Your Majesty need to use the restroom?"

Luo Chaoyan lifted the carriage curtain to see where they were, and immediately saw Zhao Wumian riding a tall horse, buying a meat-filled pancake from a street vendor. Upon seeing this, he turned his horse around and came closer with the meat-filled pancake in his hand.

"what happened?"

Luo Chaoyan hesitated for a moment, knowing that the Empress Dowager's need to use the restroom was a private matter and certainly not something she could easily tell her lover. So she changed the subject and asked, "Didn't you eat enough at the banquet?"

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly and quickly finished the meat-filled pancake. Actually, he had been having a fierce battle with the Empress Dowager and Shen Xiangge, so he was quite hungry.

The aunt and niece are even more troublesome than Canglang Khan... Zhao Wumian didn't even have to exert this much effort when fighting Canglang Khan.

"Then let's hurry to Zeng Lengyue..." Luo Chaoyan turned around, took out a food box from the carriage, bent down and stood on the carriage frame, opened it and showed it to Zhao Wumian.

The aroma, like white smoke, rose from the food box. She smiled faintly at Zhao Wumian, "I also made quite a few of your favorite dishes."

Zhao Wumian was slightly taken aback. "Where did you find the time to make such a few dishes?"

Luo Chaoyan closed the food box and put it back in the carriage. "We can't have a New Year's Eve dinner later where there aren't many dishes you like. That's why we squeezed in some time..."

As Luo Chaoyan spoke, she seemed to realize that her words were a bit too cloying, so she yawned, climbed back into the carriage, and lowered the curtain. "I'm going to sleep for a while too. Wake me up when we get there..."

Soon the carriage fell silent, except for two faint, even breaths.

Zhao Wumian withdrew his gaze, increased the speed of his horse, and was somewhat impatient.

It wasn't that he wanted to eat New Year's Eve dinner; he just wanted to get through this period as quickly as possible so that he could marry the girl in the train carriage when spring arrived.

……

Due to their status, Su Qingqi, Luo Xiangzhu, and the other girls left early and arrived early to prepare for Zeng Lengyue's arrival.

Although Shen Xiangge was a martial arts champion, when it came to actually confronting the Empress Dowager, he was far inferior. After arriving at Zeng Lengyue's place, he went to his room and fell asleep.

The soft sounds of Zeng Lengyue bustling about actually made her sleep even more soundly, and she mumbled things like "harder" and "I like you so much."

As Zhao Wumian rowed the boat carrying the Emperor and Empress Dowager into the Ancient Banyan Lake, he couldn't help but glance at the several magnificent boats in front of the building, thinking to himself that tonight's New Year celebrations were indeed lively.

Before he even reached the shore, girls inside the building spotted him, and the towering building immediately erupted in a commotion, with clear voices everywhere saying things like "Young Master is back!"

Luo Chaoyan, holding a lunchbox, sat leaning against the ship's railing, somewhat drowsy. Hearing the noise, she looked up and immediately spotted a figure standing in the crowd.

She wasn't tall, but she had a commanding presence. Holding a round fan, she looked arrogant. Although she appeared to be just a little girl, her aura was unmatched. Standing among a group of beautiful women, her presence was frighteningly strong...

Luo Chaoyan's mind cleared up instantly. She raised her hand to tidy the stray hairs on her forehead, straightened her back, and adopted a rather elegant posture. Then she noticed that the Empress Dowager was still dozing off with her small pillow in her arms, so she quickly nudged her a few times.

"Mother, Mother, wake up, we've arrived... Don't lose face in front of Tai Xuan Palace."

"Hmm?" The Empress Dowager rubbed her eyes, covered her eyes with her sleeve as she yawned, and sat up a little straighter.

Zhao Wumian knew that with him around, no matter how much Chaoyan and Yuanmu disliked each other, they would never fight. Therefore, his expression did not change much. He rowed the boat ashore, stepped onto the wooden floor, and came to Xiao Yuanmu's side.

Why have you changed back to this appearance?

"There are only so many Blood Clotting Pills in total. My transformation into this little child will reduce the consumption of energy... You can use the rest." Xiao Yuanmu's childish voice was captivating.

Xiao Yuanmu's words sound just like those of a virtuous woman who has no surplus food at home but would rather suffer herself than let her husband go hungry... But how difficult is that?
Zhao Wumian said with a hint of helplessness, "After resting in the capital for a while, I will go to the Western Regions to search for blood coagulation ore. I think you just find this appearance interesting."

"If you know, don't say it out loud, you idiot."

The tenderness between the two vanished instantly. Xiao Yuanmu glared at Zhao Wumian, turned and walked into the hall. Zeng Lengyue and the other girls then swarmed around him, giggling:
"Young Master is back~"

"Having roamed the Jianghu of Yanyun for several months, have you suffered any injuries?"

Encircled by pearls and jade, adorned with a subtle fragrance, the scene was truly dazzling. Zhao Wumian dealt with them all before turning to Qingyan, who stood to the side staring intently at him, and said:
"Xiao Yan, go and take the food box to the kitchen for Chao Yan. We'll heat it up and then eat. Are you hungry?"

Qingyan's ethereal face didn't reveal much emotion. She simply shook her head slightly and walked towards Luo Chaoyan. After taking a few steps, she turned back to look at Zhao Wumian, clearly having a lot to say.

Luo Chaoyan handed the food box to her, gazing at Qingyan's beautiful and graceful back. After a few seconds of deliberation, she approached Zhao Wumian and whispered:

“When spring comes, we will... After you enter the palace, you should bring a few maids with you, as you cannot be alone. Why don't you bring her with you?”

Luo Chaoyan was too shy to say the words "get married".

Qingyan paused, her ears twitched slightly, and without pretending, she turned around and looked at the two of them without saying a word, just staring straight at them.

The Empress Dowager yawned again, stretched her arms, and walked towards the hall. Her full breasts were about to burst out. Seeing this, she couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that this girl was indeed pure and innocent.

Zhao Wumian glanced at Qingyan before saying to Luo Chaoyan, "She came to the capital with me when she was nine years old. Now that I am entering the palace, she should naturally come with me."

Qingyan's eyes brightened slightly, her eyebrows lifted, and she revealed a rare, extremely sunny and happy smile.

Luo Chaoyan smiled gently, like a first wife, and said, "According to royal rules, when choosing a son-in-law, a beautiful young woman should be selected from the palace and sent here to you."

"Send it to me as a maid?" Zhao Wumian asked curiously.

The female official Zhongli, who had given Marquis Weiming ten thousand taels of gold and a hundred acres of fertile land, was standing in the crowd, tiptoeing to look this way. Upon hearing this, she couldn't help but blush and straighten her dress.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, that young lady will definitely be her.

"No." Luo Chaoyan was about to answer when she felt too embarrassed to speak, and stammered. It was only after the Empress Dowager turned around and explained for her that she was able to answer.

"It's about finding a woman for the Marquis to lose his virginity, and then sending a bloodstained handkerchief to the palace afterwards, just to test whether the Marquis is capable of such things."

"Do I even need to test this?" Zhao Wumian said, slightly dissatisfied.

"Rules are rules. Royal weddings are not something you martial arts practitioners can just casually bow to heaven and earth for. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you cannot act recklessly, otherwise you will only end up damaging the Emperor's reputation."

The Empress Dowager and Luo Chaoyan, being mother and daughter, understood what Luo Chaoyan wanted to say in just a few words, and simply continued for her:
"And His Majesty's intention is for you to have sex with your bed warmer maid on the eve of your wedding... so that the Emperor will naturally not need to send you any more concubines."

Upon hearing this, Zhongli, the female official, froze on the spot, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly, thinking to himself that if the foreplay was this troublesome, how many rules would there be on the actual wedding day?

Just as he was about to ask more, he saw Qingyan carrying a food box in one hand and lifting her skirt in the other, walking briskly towards Luo Chaoyan.

"You must be a good emperor."

Her tone was soft, her face expressionless, yet her words were resolute.

?

Luo Chaoyan looked at her strangely, thinking, "As a disciple of Tai Xuan Palace, how dare you praise me like this? Aren't you afraid that Xiao Yuanmu will make things difficult for you?"
Immediately afterwards, I saw Qingyan rub her body for a while, then take out a dozen or so candies wrapped in oil paper, which were probably her snacks.

She placed it in Luo Chaoyan's hand, a gentle smile appearing on her face. "He's a good person too... Here you go."

"Oh..." Luo Chaoyan blinked. Although she was the emperor, she wasn't arrogant at all. She didn't seem to mind and stuffed the candy into her sleeve. "Thank you..."

After a few words, Qingyan glanced back at Zhao Wumian, her face suddenly flushed slightly, and she ran away again.

She wasn't ashamed when she drugged Zhao Wumian with aphrodisiacs, and she wasn't ashamed when she spread her legs in front of Zhao Wumian, wantonly displaying her beauty like peach blossoms. But now she's starting to feel shy.

Luo Chaoyan smiled slightly, thinking that Zhao Wumian, this little maid, was much more likable than people like Xiao Yuanmu.

Look at her, what an innocent girl, she even gets snacks.

She popped a candy into her lips... sweet.

Qingyan's light and quick steps seemed to add a touch of joy to Zeng Lengyue during the New Year.

Inside the hall, the monks from Emei, the Sword Sect, the Yan King's retainers, and Little Western Paradise, who had come from afar, certainly couldn't go home for the New Year.

As the true first wife, Xiao Yuanmu naturally wouldn't be impolite, so she kept them all and hosted a banquet in the hall.

As for Zhao Wumian and his family, they dined upstairs.

Zhao Wumian chatted with the various factions in the hall for a few minutes, and then asked about Tang Weiyu's wife.

Madam Tang was brought back to her youthful age of 28 by Zhao Wumian using the Naraku Red Silk, but it is unknown what side effects it may have.

After learning that Madam Tang was alright, Zhao Wumian began to think about how to help her regain her memories.

However, the human body can be both strong and fragile, and the constitution of different people cannot be generalized. Zhao Wumian still wants to make a more thorough grasp of the Dao of Time and Space before taking action on this matter.

After all, human life matters.

He carefully considered his steps before stepping onto the top floor.

Luo Xiangzhu, Mu Li'er, and Zi Yi had already set the table, knowing that Luo Chaoyan and the Empress Dowager would be coming, and were not surprised.

The little mute girl and the emperor quickly stepped forward and gathered together, the two sisters whispering to each other... although only Luo Chaoyan was speaking.

Mu Li'er and the Empress Dowager were sworn sisters, but their relationship was certainly not as affectionate as that of the younger generation. She glanced at the Empress Dowager with a smile in her eyes.

"My sister seems unusually tired today."

Mu Li'er knew about the Empress Dowager's affair with Marquis Weiming and the scandalous affairs in the harem, but the Empress Dowager knew nothing about Mu Li'er's relationship with Zhao Wumian and still regarded her as Zhao Wumian's aloof master.

Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager couldn't help but recall the absurd scene from not long ago, but she showed no emotion on her face, shaking her head slightly and chuckling as she casually brushed it off.

"I don't have your height, strength, or martial arts skills, and my physique is a bit weaker. When things are quiet in the palace, I feel like the days are dragging on forever, but when things are busy, my legs are practically touching the ground..."

"Legs not touching the ground~" Mu Li'er repeated with a smile, as if there was a hidden meaning in her words.

"Mu Li'er, what's wrong with you? Do you need to be taught a lesson?" The Empress Dowager frowned, feeling a sudden pang of guilt.

At first, she was able to straddle Zhao Wumian's lap, but later she completely lost her strength. In fact, she was even picked up by Shen Xiangge and bullied by Zhao Wumian, as her aunt was no longer able to put her legs on the ground.

She immediately put on a stern face and reprimanded her with the air of an elder sister. Mu Li'er smiled and turned to continue serving the dishes, but in her heart, she began to think about finding an opportunity to let the Empress Dowager know... that they were not only sworn sisters, but also sisters in the Sleepless Courtyard...

Zi Yi knew everything about the two sisters and found it amusing. She propped her cheek up and ate sunflower seeds leisurely.

Zhao Wumian looked around and asked, "Where is my aunt?"

"He was still doing his accounts in his room, grinning from ear to ear."

Xiao Yuanmu braced herself against the stool with both hands, propped herself up, and sat down. Her two small embroidered shoes were suspended in mid-air beneath her skirt, yet she spoke with a mature air:
“Now, the annual tribute from your territories alone is enough to support all the disciples of Tai Xuan Palace and their families. She’ll probably be too excited to sleep tonight… Go and call her over for dinner.”

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly, not afraid of the two women fighting. He turned and walked across the corridor, greeting the girls passing by with New Year's greetings, and made his way to his aunt's room.

The room was filled with the unique fragrance of the concubine, but even more so with the scent of silver notes and ink, and the air of precious jewelry. Boxes of money were laid out in the room, and Xiao Lengyue was still sitting at the table, working on her abacus.

Upon seeing Zhao Wumian, Xiao Lengyue's eyes lit up immediately. Forgetting all about maintaining the demeanor of a concubine, she ran over, wrapped her arms around his neck, and bent her slender legs behind her skirt, swaying them back and forth in the air. Every move she made resembled that of a girl who never grew up.

"Sleepless, sleepless! We're so rich!"

Zhao Wumian hugged his excited aunt, her warm and fragrant body soothing to the soul. Seeing how happy she was, he couldn't help but give her a quick kiss on the lips.

Xiao Lengyue immediately realized what was happening, let go of her hand, her pretty face slightly flushed, clutching the hem of her skirt, she took a few steps back, her eyes lowered, her tone filled with shame and indignation.

"It's the New Year, it's not good for others to see this... You're also becoming less and less respectful of your aunt. I think when you find Jiu'er, she'll be bullied by you too."

Zhao Wumian wouldn't take that lying down. He went out of the room with his aunt and said, "Let's eat quickly. We can talk about this after I find Jiu'er."

"Hmph, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" Xiao Lengyue snorted lightly, revealing the truth, and then took out a thick stack of red envelopes from her bosom and stuffed them into Zhao Wumian's arms.
"Here, this is a New Year's red envelope from your auntie. No one else has such a generous one..."

As they were talking, some girls passed by, exchanging auspicious greetings such as "Happy New Year, Young Master and Aunt Xiao." Xiao Lengyue would give each girl a red envelope, and when she returned to her room, she would give each of the girls a red envelope as well.

Luo Chaoyan was no exception. Upon seeing this, the Empress Dowager quickly took out the red envelopes she had prepared in advance and sent them out one by one.

One of them was Zhao Wumian's mother-in-law, and the other was Zhao Wumian's aunt... Although they were often rebuffed and rolled their eyes, on this kind of holiday, they still had to follow their own customs, and the elders were still the elders.

Zhao Wumian went to the kitchen again, where the air was somewhat pungent.

The girls were busy at work. Guan Yunshu and Su Qingqi were personally chopping vegetables and putting them into the pot, while also giving instructions to others, just like top chefs in the imperial kitchen.

Seeing Zhao Wumian approach, Guan Yunshu glanced at him before looking away, continuing with her work, and said without any mercy:

"There are still a few dishes here. Don't stand here blocking the way. Go outside and wait."

Su Qingqi also stepped forward and pushed Zhao Wumian out, saying, "Shen Xiangge is still sleeping in. Go and wake her up quickly. If you forget about her later, she will cry and make a fuss when she wakes up."

Zhao Wumian was chased out before he could say a word, and could only peek inside and say, "Why go through all this trouble? It's not like Zeng Lengyue doesn't have a cook."

"I'm going to make sure you eat my cooking." There were too many people and the kitchen was noisy, so Guan Yunshu had to raise her voice a few decibels.

"why?"

Guan Yunshu didn't say anything more, but just gestured to him to hurry up and go find Shen Xiangge.

Su Qingqi picked up a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks, supporting it with her small hand, and quickly stepped forward. "Try it! Is it done? Ah~"

Zhao Wumian took a bite, chewed, and said, "I can't really taste anything, but it just tastes good..."

Su Qingqi rolled her eyes cutely and then turned back.

Zhao Wumian asked around for Shen Xiangge's room number, then strode over, pushed open the door, and left.

The windows inside were tightly closed, the curtains were drawn, and there were no lights, making it dark. Behind the screen, one could see a figure reclining on a chaise longue, covered with a thin blanket, rising and falling slowly with each breath.

"Xiangge, wake up, it's time to eat." Zhao Wumian strode in, but before he had taken more than a few steps into the room, the door suddenly slammed shut with a click.

Zhao Wumian looked back and thought he had mistakenly entered the Spider Cave.

Looking over, Shen Xiangge yawned, propped herself up, and lazily yawned. The thin blanket slipped off her smooth skin, revealing her snow-white and delicate skin, which was eye-catching even in the dim light, as if it were radiating a faint light.

She took off her clothes and went to sleep, wearing only a white bodice, her fair skin seemingly reflecting a faint light in the dim light.

Shen Xiangge stretched out her arms towards Zhao Wumian and said lazily, "Husband, help me get dressed..."

Zhao Wumian sat down beside the couch, and Shen Xiangge put her arms around his neck.

He raised his hand to lift the blanket, then paused.

Apart from her undergarment, Shen Xiangge was completely naked, and she casually placed her long, fair legs on Zhao Wumian's lap.

Shen Xiangge noticed that Zhao Wumian's body temperature had risen a bit, smiled smugly, and took the initiative to move closer.

boo~
She leaned against her lover's chest and gave him a sweet kiss.

Zhao Wumian couldn't resist his wife's allure, and his fingertips inevitably slipped inside her bodice.

The two had been snuggling together for a short while when Zhao Wumian vaguely remembered that he hadn't come to be intimate with his wife. He immediately stepped back slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

Shen Xiangge smiled smugly again, supported herself on the soft couch with both hands, raised her leg, and slid her foot up and down in front of Zhao Wumian's chest, repeating the action.

"My husband, please dress me~"

Zhao Wumian forced himself to calm down and sat down. Just as he picked up his underpants, Shen Xiangge's mischievous feet pressed against his face again, lightly stepping on them from side to side.

Zhao Wumian pinched her ankle. "Don't move."

"Whatever my husband says goes~"

Shen Xiangge indeed stopped moving.

Zhao Wumian was slightly wary and helped her put on socks, underpants, thin pants, a skirt, and a jacket... After she was dressed, Shen Xiangge did not try to seduce him again.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, truly afraid that he would be completely trapped in Shen Xiangge's gentle embrace.

After Shen Xiangge got up and put on her embroidered shoes, she suddenly leaned in and lightly pecked Zhao Wumian on the lips. Before Zhao Wumian could speak, she laughed lightly and quickly left like a butterfly.

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but touch the lingering warmth on his lips.

……

Whoosh—bang!

Zeng Lengyue had a girl who bought a lot of fireworks, but hadn't lit them yet. Now that Zhao Wumian had returned, she mustered up her courage and used an incense stick about the length of her forearm to light the fuse.

The blinding flames immediately illuminated every corner of Zeng Lengyue.

Inside the house on the top floor, there were many people from the large family, and the table was also large. With Xiao Yuanmu's small arms and legs, he couldn't possibly use his internal energy to pick up a dish.

Zhao Wumian then sat down beside her to take care of her, just like a father taking care of his daughter, except that this 'father' was a little too young.

But this wasn't her real daughter. Luo Chaoyan was also sitting next to Zhao Wumian, and seeing this, she felt a little jealous.

"The dignified Palace Master of Tai Xuan Palace is already twenty-nine years old, almost thirty. Why does the Marquis still serve her food? Has her body become like a child's, and her mind has shrunk along with it?"

"Hehe, so sour."

"I don't want to argue with you during the New Year..."

Luo Chaoyan picked up her small bowl and continued eating.

If Zhao Wumian wasn't around, Su Qingqi would usually smooth things over and change the subject.

Seeing this, she quickly stood up, took her wine cup, and, as a junior, began to toast Xiao Lengyue and the Empress Dowager, saying things like what would happen next year.

After paying respects to her elders, Su Qingqi approached Zhao Wumian, her eyes slightly narrowed, curving like crescent moons, and she smiled broadly.

"A year has passed."

She was clearly thinking about the time when she first met Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but smile, "Last year during the New Year, we were still in Taiyuan, and it passed by in a hurry. Now, in the blink of an eye, we're about to get married."

Su Qingqi blushed and glared at him, but she was too embarrassed to reply. She clinked glasses with Zhao Wumian, covered her face with her sleeve, and drank a cup of wine.

She lowered her sleeves, her pretty face flushed slightly, her eyes glistening with a hint of shyness, and she looked back every few steps before sitting back down.

Seeing this, the other girls hesitated for a few seconds, then raised their wine glasses and toasted each of them. Apart from Luo Chaoyan and Xiao Yuanmu, there were probably no major conflicts between them, at most they would bicker occasionally.

Nowadays, during the Lunar New Year, people toast and chat with each other, and things are quite harmonious.

Zhao Wumian felt he couldn't just sit there waiting for the girls to whisper to him, so he picked up the wine pot and cup, got up and left his seat. He toasted the Empress Dowager and his aunt, and then planned to walk around from his seat, drinking and chatting with the girls one by one.

Unexpectedly, they encountered a setback right from the first step.

Luo Chaoyan propped her cheek up and glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, "Kids shouldn't drink alcohol~"

Xiao Yuanmu sneered, took a swig from the wine jug, and then pulled Zhao Wumian by the neck to make him sit down.
She got up and sat on Zhao Wumian's lap. Her petite figure had visibly transformed into that of a mature beauty, with a curvaceous figure and a charming demeanor. She wrapped her arms around Zhao Wumian's neck.

boo~
The wine flowed from Xiao Yuanmu's lips and tongue to Zhao Wumian.

"Oh~" Many of the girls present had eaten meat before, so they obviously didn't think it was that immoral. They just thought that Xiao Yuanmu was being very proactive tonight.

But Luo Chaoyan was a truly innocent girl. Upon seeing this, her pretty face instantly turned as red as blood. Then, when she looked at Xiao Yuanmu in the wine room, she actually glanced at her.

The Empress of Dali instantly turned red.

Guan Yunshu looked up at Xiao Yuanmu and thought to herself that the reason she shrunk was probably not because she found it interesting... but just because she was waiting for this moment to annoy Luo Chaoyan.

Luo Chaoyan had no idea that Xiao Yuanmu had such thoughts. She was almost unable to think straight. Anger welled up in her heart, and she even poured a mouthful of wine into her mouth and pulled Zhao Wumian over.

boo~
The dinner table immediately fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Wumian, like a furnace, became the medium for the struggle between the Emperor of Dali and the Palace Master of Taixuan Palace, but of course he wouldn't refuse being kissed by his wife.

Luo Chaoyan is too shy; she would never be so proactive normally.

Now it's so sweet and delicious, with a soft and chewy texture, I love it so much...

After a few seconds of silence at the dinner table, Shen Xiangge suddenly stood up, holding a wine pot, looking furious.

"I want some too! I want some too!"

"Hey, Xiangge! Sit down, what are you doing here?"

"Isn't the New Year all about being lively and festive? Aunt, you and the Marquis have no relation whatsoever, so you absolutely mustn't follow our example, hehe..."

"you!"

"Okay, okay...it's Chinese New Year..."

"Xiangzhu, if you want to go, just go. There's nothing to be shy about..."

Luo Xiangzhu blushed and shook her head repeatedly...

The room was instantly filled with laughter and cheerful chatter.

crackling and popping—

Hundreds of dazzling fireworks bloomed in the night sky of Beijing outside the building.

(End of this chapter)