On the treetops of Emperor Street outside the door, festive lanterns from the Upper Yuan festival still hang.
In just three years, it seems people have forgotten the bitter pain of war and have become frivolous.
From time to time, the sharp screams of children come through, accompanied by the playful laughter of men and women, filled with joy.
Chunyu Yan took a jade hairpin from his bosom.
"Feng Shi Er, this is for you. On this auspicious day, may you thrive and have peace year after year."
The jade hairpin was entirely emerald green, with a warm and smooth texture, meticulously carved, and wrapped in thin gold sheets, evidently very valuable.
Feng Yun did not reach out to take it, instead, she picked up her teacup, took a light sip, and slowly watched Chunyu Yan with a smile.
"Princely Heir, you should know my preferences. This is not suited for me."
The fragrance from the incense burner wafted over, carrying Chunyu Yan's favorite scent.
