Pop!
A firework blossomed in the night, helping Zheng Qing ease the tense atmosphere in the room.
The young wizard turned to look out the window. Against the pitch-black night sky, an elderly man dressed in brocade robes and a jade belt slowly emerged from the blooming fireworks. He wore an official crown and a red robe, with a long beard, pale face, and towering build. Above his head stood a glittering Money Tree, its branches laden with jade coins; in his arms rested a round Treasure Basin piled high with gold beans and gemstones. Azure dragon-shaped fireworks led the way before him, white tiger-shaped fireworks escorted him from behind, while golden ingot-shaped and jade Ruyi Scepter-shaped fireworks swayed alongside him.
One glance was enough to make Zheng Qing keenly feel how pitifully insignificant his monthly income of seven hundred and fifty jade coins was.
"Are they seeing off the God of Wealth?"
The young wizard immediately remembered that today was Po Wu. He sighed with some emotion—sure enough, even wizards were no different from ordinary people in certain feelings—then cautiously withdrew his gaze. His eyes wandered around the two witches as he considered how to speak next without seeming insincere.
At a time like this, someone tactful needed to step in and fill the silence so the young wizard could continue. But as far as the eye could see, neither witch seemed inclined to be that tactful person.
Knock, knock.
The Head Maid knocked on the half-open door and entered carrying tea, pastries, and a fruit platter. Without saying a word, she neatly arranged the refreshments, then quietly bowed and departed.
"Everyone's been talking for a while. You must be thirsty. Have some tea, have some tea."
The young wizard finally found a suitable opening. He hurriedly poured a