The annual New Year's Eve celebration was subdued this year, as the Emperor was still at war on the Western Frontier. Consequently, Feng Xuxu did not arrange for any grand festivities. At night, the Capital City's sky twinkled with colorful fireworks, illuminating the entire horizon of the city.
Feng Xuxu sat in the seat of honor, watching the Ministers below clinking glasses and enjoying themselves, while their families took turns praising how successful their sons were and how virtuous their daughters were. Feng Xuxu had a faint smile on her lips as she turned her head to look at her two treasures playing on the Dragon Throne, and she laughed happily, perhaps this was what it felt like to hope for one's son to become a dragon and one's daughter a phoenix.
The banquet continued until the end of the 7-9 PM period when a commotion came from outside. Xuan Yue and Di An quickly stepped forward to protect the main mother and the young masters, their sharp eyes surveying the room.