The moon was bright, the stars sparse.
WHOOSH—BANG!
A dazzling firework suddenly burst across the pitch-black night sky.
Then a second, and a third... They bloomed one after another, overlapping in a dazzling, festive display.
Han Yao had been sitting in his courtyard, drinking in sullen silence. The noise made him rise to his feet, unable to resist a look.
It was a sight that would bring joy to anyone, yet it only made Han Yao more irritable.
Everything grated on his nerves these days, and he naturally found the fireworks to be nothing but a racket.
"Who is that? Setting off fireworks this late at night!?" Han Yao snarled.
The servant waiting on him hastily explained, "Young Master, that... I believe those are the Ye Family's fireworks..."
Han Yao's frown deepened. "The Ye Family?"
"Yes. It seems... Miss Ye bought them specially for her younger brother's birthday. She spent a fortune to make it a grand and festive occasion."
