There is less than an hour until midnight.
Zhi'er always felt a bit uncomfortable, though she couldn't quite say why.
She quietly checked her own pulse just now.
There was nothing wrong.
It was really strange.
Feng Fuce suddenly asked, "Are you planning to go back to Ruizhu Palace?"
Zhi'er snapped back to attention, "Hm? Of course, where else could I go."
Feng Fuce stopped walking, "Come to my place?"
Zhi'er blinked her round eyes, "Huh?"
Feng Fuce's eyes were deep, with a faint dark glow.
"Originally, you were supposed to keep vigil with the Emperor tonight, but since he's already asleep, I thought I'd take you to see the fireworks."
Zhi'er laughed, "Does your house have fireworks? I remember Brother Fu Ce's house rarely has people."
Not to mention, there's not a single ghost.
Such a large mansion, yet so empty!
Feng Fuce nodded, "Yes. I had them prepared in advance."
Zhi'er was surprised, "How did you know my father would get drunk tonight?"
