Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 393 - 392: Do You Feel Wronged?

To whose house do the fallen flowers belong? The mystery remains unsolved~

By the time Ye Zhi learned of this, it was already New Year’s Eve. Her expression was calm and unruffled, facing it with equanimity.

One might ask, which heroine in ancient tales doesn’t have suitors buzzing around her?

Stay calm. Stay calm.

In the Daqing Dynasty, New Year’s Eve was also called Churi, Chunight, Sui Chu, etc., marking the last day of the twelfth month and the end of a year, "the month ends, the year concludes," hence it was very grand.

In Volume Seven of Zhang Zhimu’s "Qiongqing Record," "Chunight," it is said: "Towards the end of the twelfth month, it is customary to call the last day of the month Sui Chu. Regardless of the size of the household, gentry, and commoners alike, sweep the doors and windows, rid of dust and dirt, and clean the household... to pray for peace in the new year."

And replace door gods, hang Zhong Kui portraits, worship ancestors, nail peach talismans, and post spring couplets.

This night is New Year’s Eve, and tomorrow begins a new year.

Before dawn, maids and old servants were already preparing. Noble families paid attention to propriety, ensuring every detail was attended to.

Since it was still snowing, the first task upon rising early was to clear the snow.

In the bitter cold, unexpectedly having to rise early to do chores, the Ye Family sympathized with the servants’ hardships, providing them with ample New Year’s money in the afternoon, making everyone beam with smiles. New Year’s money was given according to years of service; the longer one served in the mansion, the more they received.

At dinner, under Ye Family’s request, Xun Yin and Feng Liuliuli also joined the table for a sumptuous meal.

An array of dishes made with ingredients from both land and air was present.

Bird’s nest winter bamboo shoots braised salted duck hot pot, goose feet duck tongue, sautéed sea cucumber, seven greens soup...

On such a grand occasion as New Year’s Eve, Old Mrs. Ye left the Buddhist hall to join in the dinner. After the meal, before leaving, she gave New Year’s money to several grandchildren.

However, she did not give any to Shen Chen.

No one knew what was in Old Mrs. Ye’s heart; she didn’t give, and no one dared to inquire, coupled with Shen Chen’s situation as the son of a deceased acquaintance residing in the Ye Mansion, it was awkward. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"New Year’s money, bestowed by elders to children, is also called ’压岁钱’."

After the old lady left, Ye Family took out a red paper-wrapped package of New Year’s money, the first given to Shen Chen. "Xiao Chen, the old lady overlooked your share, don’t mind it. This is what your aunt prepared for you; keep it well." Seeing he was reluctant, she deftly tucked it into his embrace, turning to distribute to her young daughter, son, daughter-in-law, and others.

Shen Chen, with no choice, expressed thanks before accepting it.

Ye Zhi watched his somewhat lonely and frail figure, a strange feeling welled up in her heart—pity? Pity that he had no home to return to, on such a grand occasion, had to stay in the Ye Mansion, and still had to endure her grandmother’s attitude.

"Xiao Chen, come with me, I have something to tell you."

After she spoke, holding a silver-plated Hundred Flowers Incense Ball Hand Warmer, she was the first to step over the threshold and head out.

Shen Chen respectfully bid farewell to the elders in front of him, slowly leaving the main hall, following behind Ye Zhi.

In a while, the two walked along the curved corridor to the small lake in the back yard of the Ye Mansion.

The small lake had already formed a thick layer of ice, with plenty of snow quietly covering the top.

There was a small pavilion with red lacquered four-pillars and green tiles, where Ye Zhi entered.

Beside the carved wooden railings of the waterside pavilion, a lot of light snow had fallen on top, not yet cleaned, unsuitable to sit on, so one could only stand in the pavilion.

Under the nearby curved corridor, the ornate lamp with five branches of azure jade was hung high. Standing at two feet and five inches, when the lamp burned, its scales and armor all moved. Lanterns along the back yard’s corrugated corridor were all lit, making the whole courtyard bright as day.

Ye Zhi raised her head to look at the young man as gentle as Muru Qingfeng, murmuring, "It’s such a grand festival, you staying at our Ye Mansion, do you feel wronged?"