Crackling sounds as fireworks exploded in mid-air, and the sound of firecrackers was incessant.
A new year has arrived.
In the Heavenly Prison, Prince Min sat cross-legged in cell number Jia Yi, his eyes slightly closed, but his heart was somewhat unsettled, lightly clutching the hand placed on his thigh.
The sound of footsteps came from afar, mixed with a distinct scent of ambergris belonging to someone.
Someone stood still in front of the Heavenly Prison, Prince Min opened his eyes, meeting the gaze of Emperor Chu outside who was wearing a tiger skin cloak, and he rose to offer a respectful salute: "Dear elder brother, wishes for a peaceful New Year."
"A peaceful New Year." Emperor Chu stepped closer, looking at his youthful face, his lips curling slightly: "You seem calm, entering here without a hint of panic."
