Song Yue was taken aback, then remembered that she had only mentioned it casually that day. She blushed with embarrassment: "I've been busy with household chores and haven't been able to get around to it. How have you been, cousin?"

Prince Guangjia smiled quickly, his eyes sparkling: "Everything is fine."

The young man's features were striking under the dazzling fireworks, making the fireworks behind him pale in comparison. Song Yue was stunned for a moment.

Just then, a scream came from the crowd.

"ah!"

"Fire!"

Before Song Yue could react, a figure with its back to her blocked her way.

A loud bang exploded right next to my ear.

Brilliant sparks flew up along the clothes, and the cloak of the Prince of Guangjia was set ablaze.

"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!" the eunuch shouted in a shrill voice.

Prince Guangjia turned around and kicked the out-of-control source of the fireworks away. The fireworks scattered across the open ground, causing the crowd to scream. The fire was only extinguished by the guards with water.

"Yunke!" The Emperor of Northern Chu rushed forward anxiously, looking him up and down: "Are you alright?"

Prince Guangjia shook his head.

The Emperor of Northern Chu was furious and kicked a guard hard: "What exactly happened? How could the fireworks explode out of control?"

"This subordinate...this subordinate doesn't know either."

"Investigate!" the Emperor of Northern Chu roared in anger.

The atmosphere at the banquet suddenly became heavy.

After confirming that Song Yue was unharmed, Princess Jiahua quickly sent people to keep an eye on the safety of the banquet hall and to comfort the frightened noblewomen.

Song Yue lowered her eyes. She didn't even have a chance to react before Prince Guangjia blocked her way. She looked around and saw that she was the only one standing in the left corner.

The fireworks were clearly aimed at me.

The air was filled with a strong smell of saltpeter and a very faint smell of blood.

There are people injured.

"Third Miss is really lucky."

The woman opposite her, one hand covering her lower back, slowly walked towards them, her gaze falling on Song Yue's face, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes.

Song Yue recognized the person as Zhao Qingyan!

After several months, the scars on Zhao Qingyan's face had faded considerably. She had applied a layer of rouge to cover them up, so they were completely invisible.

My gaze shifted downwards, and I noticed that Zhao Qingyan's lower abdomen was slightly protruding, with two maids following her closely.

"After losing the Eighth Imperial Uncle, we have the Prince of Guangjia, who is quite skilled at martial arts at such a young age." Zhao Qingyan stared intently at Song Yue, wishing she could scrape her face off: "Even Cousin Zhao can't forget you, he keeps calling your name even when he's drunk!"

Song Yue frowned: "What's wrong with you now!"

Zhao Qingyan lowered her voice and sneered, "If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place. Song Yue, you arrogant and domineering bunch will get your comeuppance sooner or later."

"Qingyan!" Pei Zhao walked over, his gaze fixed on Song Yue, his concern almost palpable. Zhao Qingyan clutched her stomach and cried out in pain, immediately snapping Pei Zhao back to reality: "Are you alright?"

Zhao Qingyan nestled in Pei Zhao's arms like a little bird: "It was my child who kicked me just now, it's nothing."

She gripped Pei Zhao's arm tightly, then looked timidly at Song Yue: "Let's go quickly. This long firework doesn't look simple at all. I'm worried it might harm innocent people."

Pei Zhao dared not wait any longer and quickly helped Zhao Qingyan leave. Before leaving, he did not forget to comfort Song Yue: "It is dangerous outside. You should go back to the palace and wait."

Meeting Zhao Qingyan's murderous gaze, Song Yue didn't even give Pei Zhao a second glance. She snapped back to reality.

But they discovered that Prince Guangjia had disappeared.