Spoiling Qingqing, Slapping Face, and Wrecking Scum (2)

Si Fuqing bit into her grilled meat, musing aloud, "How could I not keep a card up my sleeve?"

Yu Xiheng's eyes twinkled with amusement. "The lady speaks the truth."

As the clock struck twelve, the final chime echoed, and fireworks burst forth in splendor.

Si Fuqing raised her hand, her fox-like eyes shining brightly, "The new year has arrived, I wonder how this time was like in the Great Xia Dynasty time."

She had only wandered the streets on Origin Night with the young Emperor Yin.

For the common people of the Great Xia dynasty, Origin Night was far more significant than New Year's Day.

"The 'Book of Xia' and 'History of Xia' both record it," Yu Xiheng nodded lightly, "On the New Year, it's about dispelling the old to embrace the new, warding off evil and disasters, and worshiping the gods and ancestors. The sound of firecrackers ushers out the old year, while the spring breeze brings warmth and plum wine."