Time flew, and the days shot by.
On various occasions, Han Moze could either be cruel, overbearing, demonic, beastly… or tender.
Likewise, Liu Rushuang could either be tender, tsundere, shy, airheaded… or mischievous.
They would often squabble, but laugh it off afterward, their relationship becoming better than ever.
Bang, bang, bang—
There were fireworks released up in the air, painting bright colors upon the night of New Year's Eve.
A banquet was prepared at a vast garden of the imperial palace.
The emperor would usually be attending it with his concubines, but Han Moze only had Liu Rushuang, his empress.
Still, feeling that it was boring to pass New Year's Eve with just the two of them, she invited the elders and clan masters of the Blood Feast into the palace, along with Qing'er, Han Moxi, Little White Flower, Emerald, and the others.
At the appointed hour, Han Moze and Liu Rushuang took their seats.
