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As the year draws to a close, everyone in the Prime Minister's residence is busy decorating with red and green ornaments to welcome the New Year.

Since taking the medicine prescribed by Ji Yan, the old lady's health has visibly improved. She has stopped coughing, her chest is no longer tight, and she is even stronger than before.

The entire general's mansion was filled with joy, except for Su Xiaoyin, who was locked up, and the two children.

On New Year's Eve, the entire Prime Minister's residence was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

Biyou Courtyard was also decorated very brightly.

People in Beijing like to eat their New Year's Eve dinner at noon.

Qiao Wan's mother was from Jiangnan, and Qiao Wan had been used to eating New Year's Eve dinner with her mother since she was a child.

In addition, the old lady said she wanted to live alone and asked everyone not to disturb her.

Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded at the Prime Minister's residence on New Year's Eve—

At noon, Qiao Wan, as the mistress of the Prime Minister's residence, returned to Biyou Courtyard after arranging everything.

But soon, Huo Ting's personal servant entered the courtyard, bowing respectfully and saying:

"Madam, the Prime Minister has sent a servant to invite you to have New Year's Eve dinner."

Qiao Wan glanced at him indifferently, her tone flat: "Tell him I'm not going. Tell him not to bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

The servant was immediately stunned and subconsciously looked up at Qiao Wan.

In the past, no matter how much the Prime Minister doted on Consort Su, the Madam always treated him with kindness and gentleness, and would never so blatantly offend him.

But now...

The servant hesitated, "Madam, today is New Year's Eve..."

Qiao Wan frowned: "What, you don't take my words seriously?"

The servant immediately lowered his head and hurriedly said, "I wouldn't dare! I'll go and report to the Prime Minister right away!"

Several hours passed, and it became completely dark.

Biyou Courtyard finally became truly lively.

The round table was laden with all sorts of delicacies, and the master and servants were all dressed in red, looking extremely festive.

Yingxia cheerfully placed chopsticks on the table. "Master, our courtyard hasn't been this lively in a long time."

"In previous years, there wasn't a single red decoration to be seen in the courtyard during the Lunar New Year..."

After saying that, Yingxia realized she shouldn't have said it. She subconsciously patted her mouth twice and carefully observed Qiao Wan's expression.

Seeing that she showed no unusual behavior and seemed not to have heard anything, Yingxia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But the breath that had just been released was suddenly forced back into the lungs in the next instant!

Like a curious child, Ah Ning asked, "Sister Yingxia, why is it that we never see red in the yard during the Lunar New Year in previous years?"

Yingxia choked immediately.

I don't know how to answer my master.

Qiao Wan seemed unconcerned about these things and calmly pulled Aning to sit down.

"In previous years, Mother was always worried that Aning was not doing well, but she was unable to see you, so naturally she had no mind to take care of these things."

Ah Ning blinked, understanding.

She threw herself into Qiao Wan's arms, her voice soft and sweet:

"From now on, Aning will always stay by Mother's side, so Mother won't feel lonely!"

"From now on, Aning will spend every Lunar New Year with her mother!"

Qiao Wan smiled and affectionately ruffled her half-white, half-black hair.

Yingxia, sitting across the table, saw this heartwarming scene and felt extremely satisfied, her chest filled with happiness.

very nice.

she thinks.

Yingxia took two deep breaths and stepped forward to serve each of her two masters a bowl of soup.

"Miss, please try this soup. It was simmered by the master for two whole hours. It's a specialty of Jiangnan."

Ah Ning nodded happily, picked up her spoon, and was about to drink her soup when a tall figure pushed open the door and entered...

Huo Ting, dressed in black with a dark red belt around his waist, calmly surveyed the scene in the room before speaking softly.

"Add a chair."

"Huh?" Yingxia looked at Qiaowan with a bit of confusion.

I hadn't heard that the Prime Minister would be coming...

"What?" Huo Ting glanced at her coldly and spoke indifferently.

"You don't welcome me?"

The last sentence was said to Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan didn't even stand up, and calmly said:

"This entire Prime Minister's residence belongs to the Prime Minister. It's your prerogative to eat wherever you want. Can I possibly say 'no'?"

"..." Huo Ting gently clenched his five fingers in his sleeve and patiently instructed Yingxia, "Add another set of bowls and chopsticks. I haven't had my New Year's Eve dinner yet."

Seeing that Qiao Wan did not object, Yingxia quickly agreed and went downstairs to get the bowls and chopsticks.

Huo Ting pulled up a chair and sat down next to Qiao Wan.

"Why isn't your favorite sweet and sour fish on the table for today's New Year's Eve dinner? Is this how the kitchen takes care of you?"

Qiao Wan paused in her act of serving food to A Ning, looking at him with an ambiguous expression.

"Two years ago, I ate fish and broke out in rashes all over my body. If I eat fish again, am I trying to kill myself?"

Huo Ting choked.

He had never had such a memory before...

"You used to love eating fish, so why can't you eat it anymore?"

"It's nothing." Qiao Wan ate a piece of bok choy, her tone indifferent. "My health has been getting worse year by year. It's normal that I can't eat things I used to be able to eat now."

Seeing that Huo Ting remained silent, she continued:

"Now that Su Xiaoyin is locked up, you have nowhere to go and are bound to feel lonely."

"How about I take two more beautiful concubines for you?"

"Qiao Wan!" Huo Ting's voice was low, his furrowed brows revealing his displeasure. "Tonight is New Year's Eve! Do you have to say such unpleasant things?"

Qiao Wan raised an eyebrow. "Disappointing? Wasn't I thinking of you? It's a wife's duty to arrange for her husband to take concubines. As a wife, shouldn't you be tolerant?"

Her words were like thin, long needles, gently piercing his heart, causing a lingering pain...

These were the words he said to Su Xiaoyin five years ago when he brought her into his household. She had remembered them for so many years and repeated them word for word...!

In the past, Qiao Wan would never have used such words to criticize him.

Lately, he really can't understand her anymore!

Huo Ting's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He stood up straight and flicked his long sleeves.

"I just remembered I have some official business to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

Yingxia was about to enter the house with clean bowls and chopsticks when she saw Huo Ting leave angrily.

She was completely bewildered: "Madam, what's wrong with the Prime Minister?"

Weren't you all very friendly when you came over?

Although Ah Ning was drinking soup, she had been listening intently the whole time.

When Yingxia asked, she quickly replied, "Mother was talking nicely to that mean father, and suddenly he got angry and left!"

She blinked, her little face serious, speaking in a tone befitting a little adult:

"Losing your temper during the Lunar New Year? Grandma says that will bring bad luck in the coming year!"