The New Year's Eve dinner concluded with Qiao Mai's magic tricks, and the emperor kept Qiao Mai's family behind, continuing the conversation in the grand hall.
"Are you visiting relatives on the second day of the New Year?"
"No, we're not."
"How about I bring the empress, Jiamei, and the Eleventh Prince to visit you?"
"That's fine."
"I also want to go. Is it allowed?"
The old Taoist emerged from the corner, and the emperor felt awkward. "Qing Feng, have you rested well?"
"I only need a short meditation to restore my vitality."
With a cold expression, Qiao Mai looked at Qingfeng. "Old man, don't be swayed by momentary desires. Stay on the right path."
Qingfeng hesitated, observing her, and then bowed to Qiao Mai.
"Madam, there's a demonic aura on you."
Qiao Mai couldn't bother to argue with him. "Old man, just say that I am a demon."
