Wen Xunpeng was seeing Liang Yuyin out when a boom made them both stop and look. Fireworks suddenly soared outside, rising in clusters and bursting one after another in the sky, dazzlingly brilliant.
Though it was rather late, plenty of cheers still rang out. Clearly, many people would be staying up late tonight.
Su Ziji stood in the main courtyard, gazing up at the sky, with Daoist Master Hui Dao beside him.
"What an exhausting day." Su Ziji could not help chuckling as he spoke, but when he received no response from the man beside him, he turned to look.
Hui Dao was looking up at the fireworks blooming endlessly overhead, his brow furrowed as though pondering something.
Su Ziji's gaze settled on Hui Dao's face, and he gave an amused laugh. "You think the fireworks are no auspicious omen?"
Hui Dao fell silent, then finally nodded. "Your Highness, this humble Daoist does indeed feel that way..."
He knew he should not say such things on so joyous an occasion, but his reputation was not undeserved. Since he felt this unsettling flutter in his heart, it was best not to ignore it.
Since it concerned the Imperial Grandson, Hui Dao dared not conceal it and naturally admitted it outright.
"Is that so?"
Today was the third and final day of the celebrations. Su Ziji looked up at the sky again, where fireworks continued to burst.
Naturally, people in the Capital City were setting them off to celebrate his investiture, probably also to join in the excitement.
Such things were commonplace during festivals in the Capital City. Though fireworks were expensive, wealthy households did not lack the little money needed to share in the auspicious festivities.
They did it both to share in the good fortune and to curry favor with