If it had been Feng Shuyu asking, Ming Lingyi could have bluffed her way through. But facing her own brother, Ming Lingyi knew it was pointless to simply say, "This is my decision."
She sat at the table and let out what seemed to be a soft sigh. "I haven't had a proper reunion New Year with Grandpa and my parents in so many years."
When Ming Chengyu heard her words, a pang of melancholy struck him as well. Of course, he understood the meaning behind what Ming Lingyi was saying.
But a moment later, Ming Chengyu couldn't help but want to laugh. He also silently mourned for the completely oblivious Li Yun, who was still back in the palace.
"He said that Shangjing City won't be so quiet on New Year's Eve this year," Ming Lingyi said. "It'll be like it used to be—there won't be a curfew for the night. He has to meet with court officials in the palace, then prepare to leave and celebrate among the people. He'll probably be very busy."
