As soon as they returned to the palace, firecrackers went off outside, filling the air with festive bustle.
Inside the imperial palace, however, it was cold and quiet. All the palace servants were extremely careful and rarely whispered among themselves.
Duyu said, "His Majesty is physically frail now, and sensitive, too. The slightest noise keeps him awake. The four seasons are also far too distinct in the Yu Dynasty's territory. Once summer comes, the insects make such a racket that all the palace maids and eunuchs have to go catch them."
Xiaoqiu said, "You could set up a formation."
Duyu said, "Do formations not cost money?"
Xiaoqiu was astonished. "Are you that poor?"
Duyu: "..."
As a great demon at the Nascent Soul Stage, his entire fortune amounted to a mere twelve middle-grade spirit stones.
The members of the Demon Race and the demons he had killed could be exchanged for money, but he needed to prepare a Longevity Pill, which naturally consumed everything.
He considered robbing human cultivators, but feared that beating the younger ones would bring out their elders. He had the inclination, but not the courage. After all, he had a whole group of people behind him.
Xiaoqiu understood something from his silence and fished a middle-grade spirit stone out of his pocket. "You poor thing. Here's some New Year's money from me. It's not much. Take it."
Duyu laughed in exasperation. "You little brat, still wet behind the ears, daring to put yourself above me."
Did he think Duyu didn't know New Year's money was something elders gave their juniors?
Xiaoqiu said, "You don't want it? Never mind, then."
He made to take it back.
Duyu snatched it from him. "I do."
Face was something only humans cared about.
He was a member of the Demon