Imperial Treasure-Chapter 892 - 544: New Year’s Eve

One person, one sword, a pair of Garfield slippers, fluttering residual shadow, red paper whisked away under the sword.

And there’s another person leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, bathing in snowflakes, one foot pressed against the window, one foot on the ground, head bowed apathetically, the dagger in the hand flashing coldly...

There’s also someone sitting on the steps, surrounded by stacks of red paper, using a dragon blade with a bold design to cut-cut-cut poke-poke-poke..

"What the hell! It’s torn again, Fatty Gao, can’t you give me some thicker red paper!"

"Report, Miss Gong, I think I should give you a stack of red tiles."

"...."

So, what are you guys doing?

Bending over to pick up a piece of red paper that drifted down, Su Zimu stepped onto the broken bridge in the snowy remnant.

It’s a window decoration.

So are you guys making window decorations?

Su Zimu’s inner mind went like this--o(╯□╰)o.

Is this the style of martial artists?

Peerless divine weapons, peerless swordsmanship, peerless assassination technique... cutting window decorations!!!

Su Zimu felt instantly the unbearable weight of existence from the expressions of the Ye family mother and son.

Heart and mind are both intoxicated.

"Hey, Su Zimu!" Gong Jiu, upon seeing Su Zimu, feels liberated, seizing the opportunity to make an escape, a silhouette appears beside her, "Oh, bringing stuff over so late... food?"

Is that something you know?

Su Zimu curved the corner of his mouth and nodded: "Mm.. made a bit extra, thought I’d bring some over to you guys, though didn’t expect you were busy..."

Busy... indeed very busy.

Crash~!

Sui Yi tucked away his sword, and that massive four-sided window decoration fluttered down, landing upon the snowy expanse, rivers reflecting green mountains, a solitary old man fishing in the cold river.

An exquisite realm, though it doesn’t fit the festivity of the Spring Festival, it is still a beautiful anticipation of a tranquil life.

Su Zimu glanced over, and suddenly said: "Since Sui Yi you’ve already wielded your sword, could you exert a bit more effort?"

That was asking for a window decoration.

Sui Yi was somewhat surprised, but nodded: "Alright, what kind would you like?"

"Just like this one of yours, to stick outside my room..." Su Zimu said, thought it was not quite appropriate, and added a line.

"Ward off evil"

Sui Yi: "...."

Feels like something strange is going on.

In fact, the Su family, being large, had already started preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner, while in Zhiyuan Mansion, things were leisurely paced, now it’s four in the afternoon, and only just started.

However, the cook was not Ye Xiuling, but rather Fatty Gao, this chubby man was a first-rate cook, Ye Xiuling could only assist in small tasks, Ye Chunan was chopping logs in the yard to make roast duck.

Sui Yi and the three ladies were quite idle, accompanying Su Zimu in the hall chatting.. Oh~ Yi was cutting window decorations the whole time, it seemed to suddenly activate some of her skill points, according to Gong Jiu, this super-cool assassin always brings "surprises".

Sui Yi knew, during their childhood, they spent New Years in the orphanage, year after year, it was fated that the orphanage wouldn’t bring them any festivity, only cold walls and gradually decaying iron windows, those beautiful glass seen only on television, and the red window decorations stuck on them were their dream.

This dream, took more than a decade to come true.

Sui Yi watched Yi’s dedicated profile, the warm glow of the lamp, Gong Jiu’s hearty laughter, Yi occasionally looked up, glancing at them.. a slight curve at the corner of her mouth.

A gentle exhale in her heart, luckily she hadn’t given up.

This dream.. is real.

Su Zimu soon left, carrying a stack of window decorations, some of which were Yi’s, this indifferent female assassin silently handed over a stack of exceptionally exquisite and distinct window decorations.

Su Zimu was initially surprised, but suddenly understood that this indifferent person was actually apologetic inside.

Regarding the Rongwei Armor incident.

"Thank you"

"No need" Yi turned her head, focused on eating cookies.

Su Zimu smiled and left.

For a lively New Year’s Eve dinner, the Ye family mother and son were delighted, Sui Yi was delighted, Fatty Gao was delighted, Yi had laughed too, Gong Jiu was happiest among all.

Because they were all once lonely souls, on this New Year’s Eve, they finally found the feeling of home.

Watching the Spring Festival Gala also became engrossing, of course, all thanks to the banter between Fatty Gao and Gong Jiu.

This one is pretty, that one is handsome, this show is full of flaws, this is funny.

Chatter and laughter continued nonstop.

Until...

"Hey, isn’t that Pu Qinghan?"

When Sui Yi and the others saw the female celebrity on TV wearing an evening gown with a delicate smile and graceful bearing, they couldn’t help but become a bit serious.

This somewhat familiar female celebrity was performing a Guqin recital tonight.

A type of show not many celebrities can handle, yet she’s mastered it, earning applause from the entire house.