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Yu Xiheng’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “The lady speaks the truth.”

As the clock struck twelve, the final chime echoed, and fireworks burst forth in splendor.

Si Fuqing raised her hand, her fox-like eyes shining brightly, “The new year has arrived, I wonder how this time was like in the Great Xia Dynasty time.”

She had only wandered the streets on Origin Night with the young Emperor Yin.

For the common people of the Great Xia dynasty, Origin Night was far more significant than New Year’s Day.

“The ‘Book of Xia’ and ‘History of Xia’ both record it,” Yu Xiheng nodded lightly, “On the New Year, it’s about dispelling the old to embrace the new, warding off evil and disasters, and worshiping the gods and ancestors. The sound of firecrackers ushers out the old year, while the spring breeze brings warmth and plum wine.”

“Right, I know,” Si Fuqing hummed in agreement. “But I’ve read ‘The Chronicles of Emperor Yin,’ and it doesn’t detail what was done during these festivals.”

Yu Xiheng fell silent for a moment. “In that era, there were many wars, many festivals were simplified, not as lavish.”

Si Fuqing remarked lightly, “Without that era, there wouldn’t be today’s prosperity.”

His gaze darkened.

Seconds later, he produced a box and opened it.

Inside was a weapon resembling a sword, but without a blade, glowing and exquisite.

“This is the Dragon Sparrow Feather,” Yu Xiheng said softly. “It contains eighteen types of hidden weapons, a birthday gift for your nineteenth.”

Si Fuqing was momentarily stunned, her voice racing ahead of her thoughts, “Boss, how much?”

Yu Xiheng looked up, his phoenix eyes narrowing with a hint of danger, “How many times now?”

Si Fuqing quickly corrected herself, “When is your birthday? I’ll also give you many gifts.”

Yu Xiheng’s tone was cool, “I don’t celebrate my birthday, and I don’t remember when it is.”

Both his lives, he never celebrated his birthday.

“That won’t do; you haven’t met me before,” Si Fuqing declared boldly, patting his shoulder. “Since you’ve given me something so precious, I’ll definitely get you something grand.”

“Okay,” Yu Xiheng smiled back at her. “I’ll look it up when we get back.”

After finishing their meal, sleepiness crept up, and Si Fuqing yawned deeply before quickly falling into a deep sleep.

Yu Xiheng gently tilted his head and draped his suit jacket over her.

Snowflakes fell thickly, whitening the ground.

He looked up, gazing at the star-filled sky.

The new year had arrived.

He saw it.

Elsewhere.

Gu Zhinan had not slept all night and dared not go online.

What scared her more was that after Sister Hua dropped her off at her usual hotel, she took a phone call and left.

When Gu Zhinan tried to call her back, a mechanical voice informed her that the number was temporarily unreachable.

She had been blocked.

This meant the company was abandoning her.

Panic grew inside Gu Zhinan.

She had merely allowed her team to leak photos of Homeward Deer online; how had it come to this?

New Year’s Eve was bustling, but Gu Zhinan agonized until dawn.

She got up, stared at her extremely haggard reflection in the mirror, and quickly got dressed.

She planned to leave quietly.

There would be many reporters watching her; she would not accept any interviews.

But as Gu Zhinan approached the back door, she was caught by the waiting black-suited bodyguards.

She screamed, “What are you doing? Let me go, let go of me now!”

“Miss, we have her,” said a man with the air of a butler, scrutinizing Gu Zhinan before respectfully turning to a woman beside him.

“Is it you?” the woman asked, removing her sunglasses. “Now, beat her.”

Even if naive, Gu realized the situation.

This was the legitimate wife of Third Master LI.

Her struggles intensified. “What do you want? It’s your husband who can’t control himself, why don’t you blame him and only bully women?”

Clap, clap, clap.

The woman clapped her hands, not angered but rather amused, “True love indeed, still thinking of him now. You can meet him if you wish, since you should die together. So touching, bring him here.”

At her command, two bodyguards brought the unconscious Third Master LI forward and threw him down in front of Gu Zhinan.

Gu Zhinan’s gaze froze.

Seeing Master Li’s battered appearance made her scalp nearly burst.

A shiver ran down her spine, and she let out a sharp scream.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, her whole body trembling.

How could this woman dare to beat Third Master LI to such a state?

That was the LI family, after all!

“Since we’re here, let’s beat them together,” the woman said nonchalantly, blowing on her nails. “Men are tough; another beating just serves them right.”

The unconscious Third Master LI was awoken by the bodyguards splashing salt water on him, his screams of pain echoing loudly.

Before he could regain his senses, he was met with a flurry of punches and kicks.

“What a curse,” the woman said disdainfully, glancing at the two. “Let’s go. After you’re done, remember to take them to the hospital. Make sure they’re well treated.”

“Congratulations, Miss, on your return to singlehood,” the butler remarked with a smile. “Now, Old Master LI can no longer use the marriage arrangement set by both families in the past to threaten you.”

This situation was largely thanks to Si Fuqing.

She had known for a long time that Third Master LI had been keeping a celebrity mistress but had kept it under wraps.

If it hadn’t been for Si Fuqing broadcasting it to the entire network during the New Year’s Show, she would have had to endure much longer.

Once it exploded across the internet, the LI family couldn’t suppress the scandal, giving her this opportunity.

The woman nodded, putting her sunglasses back on, “Find out where Miss Si is, I need to thank her.”

Having gotten rid of the scum, her mood was unprecedentedly good.

Gu Zhinan’s reputation was completely ruined.

The video of her and Third Master LI being beaten by his wife went viral online, quickly amassing over ten million views.

Her fall from grace had been so rapid and unexpected.

Naturally, no one dared to buy Gu Zhinan’s new TV drama, and the production team began to claim damages from her.

Five people gathered at the Deity Voice today.

Director gave a thumbs up, “Little Deer, you really have a knack for the entertainment industry. No wonder you weren’t worried back then; I was nearly dead from anxiety.”

Dispelling rumors was always harder than spreading them.

It saved money and crushed the opposition.

“I heard this morning Third Master LI’s life had someone beat up Gu Zhinan and Third Master LI,” Serene Delight nodded. “Now, Gu Zhinan really can’t face continuing in the entertainment industry.”

“She deserves it! She wanted to ruin Homeward Deer back then, and now her actions have backfired,” Mighty Dark scoffed coldly. “Little Deer, keep it up and clean out all the scum from the entertainment circle.”

“By the way, Little Deer, this is an invitation to ‘The World II’,” Serene Delight smiled. “You were out of the scene when the first installment was released. This time, the script team has tailored a character just for you.”

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow: “What character?”

“Here, the master of the World Tower,” Serene Delight handed it over. “They control everything in the martial world, and no one knows their true identity, could be male or female, old or young.”

Si Fuqing was silent.

If she hadn’t been sure that no one besides her second senior brother and third senior senior knew she worked at T18, she would have suspected that the scriptwriters of ‘The World II’ had infiltrated T18.

“Hmm, I’ll take it,” Si Fuqing nodded. “I quite like the character.”

She stood up to go to the restroom.

Just as she came out, she was stopped.

Si Fuqing looked up.

It was Gleaming Crystal who had followed her here.

“Homeward Deer, what do you mean by this?” Gleaming Crystal looked at her. “I kindly asked you before if you needed help, and you told me you were just a crew member on ‘Youth With You.’”

She had actually believed it.

Now, she thought about it. Even a mere crew member coming to the rescue, could a director and producer be convinced by that?

It was a public performance; how could the cautious production team rely on just a staff member?

Only someone like Si Fuqing, a mentor, could be possible

Gleaming Crystal clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

She closed her eyes, her voice very soft as she spoke: “You’ve been pretending all this time, treating me like a joke. Are you happy now?”