Chapter 151: New Year's Eve Dinner

After the meal, Mother Gu prepared to take her leave to start on the evening dinner. Since this was the first family gathering since her two children had set up their own households, she, as a mother, wanted everything to be perfect so that everyone could enjoy a lively and festive New Year.

Li Qingyun did not want her to go just yet. She cut two pounds of mutton and took a dried pheasant, insisting that Mother Gu take them back as her contribution to the New Year's Eve dinner and as a holiday gift from her home.

Mother Gu refused, saying she still had the meat that had been divided up earlier. Although the dishes might not be as fine as this afternoon's, they would be more than enough.

Finally, after much persuasion from Li Qingyun, she...

"Dad, people online are attacking me! Help me sue every one of them," Fan Yuan said, fuming with rage.

Qiu Changtian really wanted to retort that their cultivation levels were quite high, but then he reconsidered: the "back then" that Ah Jing spoke of could easily refer to hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Mo Yuan strolled through the streets. While the scenery was beautiful, he found he could not grasp the true essence of it. He began following a tour group, acting as a spectator and providing them with free popularity.

Qiusheng did not bother to verify his suspicions. In a pleasant mood, he cleared away the stone fragments, wood shavings, and glass shards from Uncle Nine's doorstep. He then went to the ancestral shrine to offer incense to the ancestors and visited the morgue to offer incense at each coffin.

But just then, the car arrived. Gao Yanxi, who had been chattering incessantly, suddenly fell silent when she saw Jiu Cai preparing to hang up the video call.

The Sacrifice of the Dog Days was a major celebration in Yiluo. On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, people would usher in the dog days to escape the sweltering heat. "The farming families toil hard; during the seasonal dog days, they cook lamb and roast kid, drinking wine to reward themselves." Because Yiluo had always valued agriculture, the imperial family would personally conduct a grand ceremony at the ancestral temple every Dog Day festival.

Mei Jiahui was momentarily stunned; she had not expected Lin Hao to have such a fit physique, with abdominal muscles that were visible, though not overly prominent.

Yu Zhiyi always harbored a sliver of resentment regarding the retirement of the Black Queen, Xiang Ranyi, to the Heavenly Border.

Xue Ning also sensed that the atmosphere was off. She wanted to step forward and ask Shen Jun what was going on, but he had already closed the door. Left with no choice, Xue Ning returned to her own home, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Hearing that Madam Shen had fainted from excessive grief—no doubt because she had mistaken Zhu Rongjin for Li Lang—Shen Miaoqing rushed to the villa to visit. Madam Shen had already regained consciousness, but she remained immersed in the pain of losing her son.

"You're going to ruin your health like this. If your sister-in-law knew, she'd be heartbroken!" Cheng Xiyun said, feeling both pained and helpless. She could only patiently urge Cheng Yiben; after all, no matter how strong one's constitution, one could not go without food or drink.

When the Star-Plucking Tower was first built, its primary purpose was to view the scenery. Each of the ten floors featured an open-air corridor that circled the entire perimeter. On each level above the spiral staircase, there were only three rooms: one indoor observation point and two for rest. This was the layout for every floor.

"Does the Nine-Fold Treasure Armor have more matters to attend to?" Tiansheng was now in complete awe of his master. He was simply too mysterious, and Tiansheng wondered exactly how many secrets he was keeping hidden.

"Vice Mayor Qin, we finally meet face-to-face," the man in black with the bronze mask said in a sinister tone, his voice sounding as though it had been electronically altered.

The two of them were well aware of the confidentiality required for the design drafts, so it was naturally impossible for such a lapse to occur. When Jian Mo and the others returned to the company, they found the atmosphere heavy and somber.

The mainstream wandering souls were eventually overwhelmed by the hospitality. Raising their glasses to toast everyone in sight, they eventually drank themselves under the table.

Dan Xin dared not respond, nor did she know how to. Was she supposed to say she had just been hot-headed last night?

She could not help but shiver, showing a slight resistance. Seeing this, Shen Yu let go and did not press her further.

Zeng Guofan had intended to attend to some official business, but the scenes from his dream continued to linger in his mind.

Chen Qian's fingers twitched slightly, and a moment later, she slowly clenched her fist and opened her eyes.

The Blue-Feathered Sparrow had been purchased only last year. Even if the late Emperor had already passed away, shouldn't this bird, which the late Emperor had favored so much, have been presented to the current Majesty?