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Ling Yuxuan hesitated for a moment in front of the mother and daughter, then quickly turned to Zhou and said, "Auntie, this—this isn't very good, is it?"
He then tried to pass the chicken leg over to Zhou.
Zi Lao Er couldn't help but speak up, "Yuxuan, just listen to Auntie."
"Yeah, my mom says you should eat, so just eat. Don't be so pretentious."
Ziyan pretended to be cold and harsh as she interrupted.
Upon hearing her daughter's words, Zhou immediately broke the deadlock and playfully glared at Ziyan.
"This girl, how can she talk like that?"
"Yuxuan, don't listen to her nonsense. You've done so much for our family during this time. Hurry up and eat; you need to replenish your strength with more food."
After saying that, she added several pieces of cured meat into Ling Yuxuan's bowl.
"Thank you, Auntie," Ling Yuxuan said with a bright smile, his eyes shining.
He stole a glance at Ziyan, who was glaring at him coldly, and deliberately raised his chin at her in provocation. Then he confidently picked up the large chicken leg in front of him and took a big bite.
Seeing Ling Yuxuan looking so pleased with himself, Ziyan instantly felt deflated like a punctured balloon.
Fuming silently, she thought: This guy has managed to win over the whole family so quickly.
She looked again at the one called Flower Mountain Chicken, reached out once more to tear off a chicken wing and placed it into Zhou's bowl. Of course, she generously tore off the last chicken wing and handed it to her sister Ziying.
Ziying, who usually doted on her younger sister, wanted to push the chicken wing back to her sister.
However, Ziyan seriously and decisively refused, saying, "Sister eats, you are not allowed to push it back."
"Ah? Oh—"
A bit dazed, Ziying lowered her head and began to gnaw on the chicken wing.
Time passed second by second, and soon their dinner went by amidst what seemed like a tense atmosphere but was actually filled with laughter and joy.
Then it was time for Ziyan to part ways with Ling Yuxuan. Ling Yuxuan realized that for some time now, she had been unable to bear the thought of leaving her beloved girl.
Ziyan hid her hands behind her back, appearing calm and composed as she followed Ling Yuxuan closely, escorting her to a path not far from the courtyard.
The two turned around at the same time and found that the busy Zi Family members were no longer in sight.
Ling Yuxuan finally stopped, turned around, and wrapped her arms around the soft waist of the girl she adored. She leaned down to touch her nose against Ziyan's delicate little nose, their foreheads pressed together.
They were both silent; everything was unspoken as they quietly lingered in each other's presence for a moment. Ling Yuxuan lifted her chin and kissed Ziyan's forehead.
Finally releasing her hold, she softly murmured to her beloved one, "Good night, see you tomorrow, little darling."
Ziyan blinked her big watery eyes and pursed her lips, nodding at Ling Yuxuan. Ling Yuxuan let out a long sigh and turned away, striding confidently into the distance under the bright moonlight.
At this moment, Ziyan did not rush back into the courtyard. She shook her head and then raised both arms to quickly pat her temples.
Raising her head to gaze at the bright white moon in the sky, she slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Then, unable to help herself, she softly expressed her gratitude to the heavens and to the Moon Goddess: "Thank you, heavens. Thank you, Moon Goddess. In this life, I have encountered so many people who genuinely care for me. I will not let them down; I will do my utmost to ensure their happiness."
At that moment, while Ziyan was lost in thought, a helpless sigh reached her ears. It was Zhou: "What? Are you already reluctant to part ways? Ah—truly, a girl grows up too fast!"
Ziying, the eldest daughter who had come out with Zhou, suddenly covered her mouth and let out a soft laugh. Ziyan, returning from her reverie, realized that her mother and sister were teasing her.
Her face flushed with embarrassment, yet she feigned calmness and quickly smiled sweetly at Zhou. She swiftly approached Zhou and linked her arm with hers, playfully pushing and urging Zhou back into the courtyard.
Upon returning to the courtyard, she found that her family had already prepared everything for her face-washing water and placed it on the basin rack under the eaves. A warm feeling surged within her, enveloping her entire being.
After washing up and tidying herself, Ziyan entered her room with her sister and lay down on the bed.
At that moment, Ziying looked up at the ceiling with a hint of sadness and suddenly said enviously, "As they say, those who survive great hardships will surely have good fortune later. Sister, you will definitely have a blessed life in the future."
"Huh?"
Hearing her sister's words, Ziyan quickly turned to look at Ziying, noticing the infinite melancholy reflected in her sister's expression regarding the future.
So she smiled gently to comfort her: "Sister, not only will I have a blessed life; you will also have a good life in this lifetime. Trust me."
Seeing that her sister still had no expression, Ziyan straightened her shoulders, took Ziying's hand in hers, and leaned closer to seriously nod at her.
Then she continued: "Sister, you must not hold a pessimistic attitude toward life; instead, face it positively and strive actively."
At this moment, Ziying awoke as if from a dream and turned to look at her anxious younger sister.
After a moment of silence, she finally nodded, "Hmm, trust your sister. From now on, learn from your sister and let's be happy every day, okay? Is that alright?"
"That's more like it. You have to remember, the sky won't fall. Even if it does, we can just treat it like a blanket and carry it."
After saying this, Ziyan lay back down properly and reached out to adjust the blankets for both herself and her sister.
Then she turned her head, "Let's sleep. We need to get up early tomorrow; there’s still a lot to do."
Soon, Ziyan fell into a deep sleep.
Ziying couldn't help but chuckle softly, adjusting her position to settle down quietly, gradually drifting off to sleep as well.
That night was dreamless; Ziyan slept very soundly until suddenly she heard a melodious flute sound in her ears.
When Ziyan opened her eyes, she found that her sister was still deeply asleep and had not woken up. She carefully got out of bed and gently opened the door. Listening closely, she realized the flute sound was coming from outside the courtyard, likely from the Riverbank in the middle of Mountain Valley.
The sky was still quite dim, with only a hint of reddish light appearing in the east. Looking towards her parents' door, everything was quiet inside; they were probably still fast asleep.
So, Ziyan tiptoed over to the courtyard gate, opened it quietly, and then closed it behind her as she followed the direction of the flute sound, making her way swiftly towards the slope.
At this moment, she knew better than anyone that the flute sound must be produced by Ling Yuxuan. Remembering his Jade Flute, which could produce beautiful music and summon those clever and fierce pets, a joyful smile spread across Ziyan's face.
When she reached the riverbank, the flute sound suddenly stopped. A figure in deep blue flashed like a shadow before her; Ling Yuxuan stood tall in front of Ziyan.
He extended his long arms and pulled her into his embrace, leaning close to her ear and softly saying, "Good morning, little one."
It seemed like he enjoyed the rapid immersion, and after a brief silence, he opened his lips again, "Did you sleep well last night? Did you miss me?"
Huh?
Of course, she slept very well last night. However, since he left, there was a bit of reluctance, but once she got into bed, she fell into a deep sleep until the sound of the flute woke her up. During that time, she certainly didn't think of him.
Cough! But she couldn't just say that to him directly.
So Ziyan covered her conscience and comforted him, "Hmm, of course I missed you. Why did you get up so early?"
Then she blinked her beautiful big eyes and looked curiously at Ling Yuxuan's slightly tired eyes that were filled with bloodshot veins.
Little did she know that after Ling Yuxuan left her last night, he did not return home to rest immediately.
Instead, he led his master Qin Ming along with a group of men in black and those Pet Beasts back through the mountains and rivers to the forest where they discovered the treasure and the remains of the War God.
They entered the sinkhole overnight to reactivate the original mechanisms. To ensure everything was foolproof and to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, they set up several layers of illusions and countless soul-confusing formations around the forest.
From this, it can be seen that although Ling Yuxuan was still young—only seventeen—his mind was extremely mature and meticulous to the point of being almost overly critical.
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