Chapter 66: The Crown Prince Demands a Title

The other dancers gradually stopped, pausing to watch Jiang Ci You and Bo Jin Xiu. The two of them spun and leapt at the center of the dance floor, their movements sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle. Jiang Ci You was dazzling—her red dress billowed as she danced, wild and free, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes. One was beautiful as heaven and earth, the other handsome beyond compare; sun and moon converged, forming a radiant, captivating sight.

Everyone’s gaze was irresistibly drawn to them. Even those secretly envious or jealous debutantes had to admit: these two were perfectly matched.

Yan Feng had unknowingly blended into the crowd. Watching Jiang Ci You and Bo Jin Xiu dancing so closely together, a strange feeling welled up in his heart. He wanted to rush over and separate them, but at this moment, he had lost his courage.

As the music ended, the pair stopped. The entire banquet hall erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Bo Jin Xiu led Jiang Ci You to the center of the stage. He spoke: “Today is my girlfriend Jiang Ci You’s birthday. Anyone who offers her a birthday wish will become a lifetime member of Cloud Peak Restaurant, enjoying all VIP privileges.”

The crowd was instantly abuzz. Cloud Peak Restaurant was the most luxurious in Rong City—not easily accessible. Reservations usually had to be made half a month in advance. But VIP members could enter at any time and enjoyed numerous special rights. Although the annual membership fee was exorbitant, the city’s wealthy flocked to it. Most importantly, last year Cloud Peak had ceased accepting new members. Now, even with mountains of cash, it was useless.

People began to eagerly offer their blessings.

“I wish Miss Jiang a happy birthday, may all her wishes come true.”

“I wish Miss Jiang everything she desires, may she forever be young and beautiful.”

“I wish Miss Jiang and the young prince a long and happy marriage, and many children soon!”

These words came from Zhang Xian, the youngest son of the Zhang family in Rong City. The crowd burst into hearty laughter.

Someone teased, “Young Master Zhang, these are birthday wishes for Miss Jiang, not wedding vows. You should read more books!”

While everyone was laughing at Zhang Xian, Bo Jin Xiu suddenly said, “Young Master Zhang, please leave your address before you go tonight. I have a small gift for you.”

The crowd was shocked. What was happening? The prince himself was sending gifts. But quickly, everyone understood—Young Master Zhang’s words had struck a chord with him. So, this was what the prince wanted to hear!

From then on, everyone followed suit.

“I wish Miss Jiang and the prince eternal love and unity!”

“I wish you both weather every storm together, bathing forever in the river of love!”

“I wish Lord Bo and Lady Bo to grow old hand in hand, with generations of children and boundless prosperity!”

…

Jiang Ci You couldn’t help but find it amusing. The titles and blessings were becoming increasingly outrageous. Yet, the lively atmosphere dispelled the grievances and sadness lingering in her heart tonight.

This evening, Jiang Jin Hui’s actions and Yao Shu Lan’s cold indifference had shattered her last illusions of family. From today, she truly had nothing to do with the Jiang family.

Amid the bustle, a thunderous boom split the night sky. A massive firework blossomed in the darkness, like a midsummer rose—burning red, dazzling, its light cascading like a waterfall, painting the sky in fiery brilliance.

Soon, more red fireworks soared and burst, layer upon layer, splendid and radiant. As they fell, they resembled strings of shimmering red lanterns, swaying gracefully in the air, breathtakingly beautiful!

People began to disperse. The entire banquet hall was surrounded by transparent floor-to-ceiling glass, even the roof was a vast glass dome. Fiery red fireworks exploded above their heads, wild and unrestrained. These fireworks were different from any others—only one flame-like color, yet stunning in its purity and intensity.

“It’s Burning Rose!” someone shouted.

Burning Rose was the name of the firework, easily recognizable by its vibrant red. Yet few had ever seen it; most had only heard of it. Three years ago, at Mingzhu Square in the capital, a two-hour display of Burning Rose had been staged. Rumor had it, these fireworks were priced by the second. That two-hour spectacle cost two hundred million. It became one of the top ten legendary events of the past thirty years. But no one ever knew who had commissioned it.

Everyone was captivated by the visual feast, gathering around the glass dome to admire the spectacle outside.

Bo Jin Xiu, meanwhile, took Jiang Ci You’s hand and led her out through a side door. They soon entered an elevator.

Jiang Ci You suddenly asked, “Where are you taking me?”

Bo Jin Xiu hooked his arm around her shoulders. “You’ll know when we get there.”

The elevator soon arrived. When the doors opened, it was simply an open-air platform, not large, nothing on it, like an abandoned place.

But…

With every thunderous explosion, fireworks bloomed right before their eyes.

Jiang Ci You finally understood—this was the perfect spot to watch the display. The breathtaking beauty was within arm’s reach, as if she could pluck a blazing rose from the sky. The unimpeded visual impact made her blood boil and surge.

“So beautiful!” she exclaimed.

Bo Jin Xiu wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “Tonight, all these fireworks are for you.”

Jiang Ci You was lost in the moment for a while. Then she turned and asked, “How much did this cost?”

Bo Jin Xiu frowned slightly. “Are you short of money? Why do you always mention it?”

Jiang Ci You laughed, her smile illuminated by red flames, more brilliant than the fireworks themselves. She hooked her arms around his neck. “You spent so much to make me happy. I’ll have to reciprocate one day, won’t I?”

Bo Jin Xiu’s brows furrowed. “I don’t like how you keep such clear boundaries with me.”

Jiang Ci You’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “It’s better for us to keep things clear.”

Bo Jin Xiu sighed. “Must you spoil such a perfect atmosphere tonight?”

Jiang Ci You saw his brows crease, tiptoed, and kissed his lips lightly. “No matter what, thank you.”

Thank you for appearing when I was at my lowest, for giving me a grand dignity.

“If you really want to thank me, give me something,” Bo Jin Xiu said, gazing into her eyes with a roguish smile, as if he were joking.

“What do you want?” Jiang Ci You replied carelessly.

“A name.”