The Great Yuan prohibits private mining of Red Sand, so the fireworks sold among the commoners are not made from Intense Burning Powder, but are talismans mass-produced by the cultivators, activated through the Spirit Gathering Array engraved on the fireworks rack.
After all, there are too many bottom-level Loose Cultivators in this world. Limited by talent or resources, they are unable to break through their Mortal Body for a lifetime and can only rely on limited means to earn Silver Coin for basic survival.
The disturbance at the scene did not last long, as everyone only thought this was some kind of improved talisman paper.
However, those two lines of poetry resonated with many people.
"To have the heart of one person, to never part till gray-haired? The words are full of obsession, I wonder which family's girl is so lucky..."
"Don't say it, I'm starting to believe in love again."
"Wuwuwu, Xiao Fang, I miss you."
The Empress looked up at the night sky, the colorful words reflected in her eyes, while the surrounding noise gradually became indistinct.
Only she knew that this was a firework uniquely belonging to her.
"Your Highness, is it beautiful?" Chen Mo asked.
The Empress regained her composure, her eyes filled with joy, yet she deliberately replied with a stern little face, "You have so many girls around you, according to my opinion, there are a few strokes missing from this line; it should be 'wish to have the heart of many' instead, right?"
"Though you speak of never parting till gray-haired, it sounds nice, but when I truly have white hair and grow old and decrepit, you will definitely dislike me."
The Empress wasn't intentionally picky but was truly concerned.
Though she has the blessing of Dragon Qi and has taken the Youthful Elixir, allowing her to nearly maintain her appearance unchanged, she is, after all, merely a mortal, ultimately unable to escape the ravages of time, while Chen Mo is perpetually surrounded by young and beautiful girls.
As time passes and her beauty fades, will he still like her as he does now?
"Does Your Highness not trust me?" Chen Mo frowned.
The Empress's gaze drifted, speaking softly, "I believe you are sincere at this moment, but the human heart is not unchanging. New laughter is heard while old tears are unseen—such stories are not uncommon in folklore…"
"…"
Furious yet amused, Chen Mo said, "What kind of toxic literature do you read every day?"
"That's just how they are written in books," the Empress muttered softly.
Seeing her concern, Chen Mo took a deep breath and solemnly said, "For me, this is not a promise lightly given, but a decision made after weighing countless times."
He held up her lovely face, staring into those clear eyes, "I know there is a huge difference between our statuses, and we may face countless difficulties and obstacles in the future, but as long as I can be with you, nothing else matters to me."
"No matter life or death, our words are true; holding your hand, growing old together, even if your hair turns white, it doesn't matter. You'll always be my beloved Chan'er."
"There are many places we haven't been to, many delicious things we haven't tried, and we haven't had a cute baby yet...Life is just beginning, and the road ahead is long."
"Holding your hand, growing old together?"
The Empress gazed at Chen Mo, mist gathering in her eyes.


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