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The owner of the pair of eyes was naturally the one who always wore the Golden Mask—the Sixth Prince, Ling Feng.
Unable to bear it any longer, Ling Feng adjusted his emotions and let out a long sigh as he lowered the curtain of the carriage.
Before they had even parted, he already missed her.
As the moment of separation approached, Ziyan stood on her tiptoes, took the initiative to wrap her arms around Ling Yuxuan's head, and pressed her sweet, tender lips against the sexy thin lips of a certain Monster.
Parting is inevitable after sending someone off for a thousand miles. After an impassioned kiss, Ziyan was the first to push away her beloved boy.
Without looking back, she climbed into the carriage, fearing that if she turned around, she would never want to leave that warm embrace again.
Soon, the carriage was on its way.
In the final moment, Ziyan lifted the curtain and gazed at Ling Yuxuan, whose figure was becoming increasingly blurred in the darkness.
"It's almost out of sight; what else is there to hope for?" A voice filled with a hint of jealousy came from Ling Feng beside her.
Ziyan glanced back at Ling Feng but chose not to answer his question; she didn't want to respond.
The two remained silent, with Ling Feng quietly observing this delicate little girl in front of him, whose features were exquisite but still had yet to fully mature.
Compared to the many enchanting beauties he had been surrounded by in the past, she was no less captivating.
Especially with her quirky personality and business-savvy mind, he found her increasingly difficult to understand. Yet, the more he couldn't see through her, the more he wanted to understand her.
Thus, he continued to stare at Ziyan without blinking for quite some time.
Ziyan felt inexplicably gloomy. She had originally planned to ride in a carriage alone. However, both her own companion and the Sixth Prince in front of her interrupted her thoughts just in time.
They claimed that this was only to ensure her safety.
Ever since getting into the carriage with the esteemed Sixth Prince, Ziyan felt an odd discomfort wash over her.
Not to mention that his equally enchanting eyes had been inexplicably fixed on her, hardly looking away.
Moreover, being in such a small space with a man made it awkward for her to make any movements or adjust into a comfortable position.
At that moment, Ziyan wished more than anything that she was sharing this space with her own Monster!
In an instant, longing surged in Ziyan's heart like a flood.
Damn it, Monster, what are you doing right now? Do you miss me as much as I miss you?
Ling Yuxuan! You are mine! Wait for me, I will be back soon.
After a long time, Ziyan came back to her senses.
She looked up and met someone’s gaze, and Ziyan let out a long sigh. “Hey, esteemed Sixth Prince, could you take off your precious—golden—Golden Mask? It’s exhausting just looking at it!”
“Do you want to see my true beauty?” Ling Feng replied with a playful smile, blinking his beautiful and charming eyes.
“Ugh—never mind, forget I said anything.” Looking at his self-important and somewhat childish expression, Ziyan felt like she might just swoon.
Unable to hold back a sarcastic remark, I thought to myself: "Good looking, good looking, pfft! No matter how good looking, it can't compare to my Demonically Charming Man — Ling Yuxuan."
"Youth, do not be arrogant and conceited, and do not think too highly of yourself. Do you know that there are heavens beyond the heavens and people beyond people?" Ziyan said with an air of superiority while shaking his head in a pretentious manner.
Faced with Ziyan's disdain and mocking remarks, Ling Feng felt a mix of embarrassment and anger, momentarily at a loss for words.
Thus, he maintained a cold and frosty gaze towards the person opposite him, his slightly dry throat unable to resist swallowing hard.
Seeing this, Ziyan couldn't help but want to laugh, but then thought better of it; after all, this person was her investor, and a very generous one at that, holding a twenty percent profit share.
So, Ziyan pulled out a water bottle made of Beast Skin from a corner of the carriage and casually handed it over to the esteemed Sixth Prince.
Ling Feng squinted at the water bottle in Ziyan's hand, his mouth twitching for a moment as he refused to take it.
"Oh come on! My esteemed His Highness the Sixth Prince, just take it and drink. If you die of thirst, who am I going to find to invest in my Zi Family Spiced Braise?"
As she spoke, Ziyan pulled out the cork and held the water bottle up to Ling Feng's mouth again.
This time, Ling Feng did not refuse; he grabbed the water bottle from her hand and tilted his head back to gulp down several large swigs.
After drinking, he glared at the person opposite him and asked, "Am I really that contemptible in your eyes?"
"Uh? No way! How could that be? Not to mention your handsome demeanor that truly makes you stand out among men; your noble status and lofty title—why, I can only look up to you!" Ziyan said with rare insincerity, placing her hand on her chest as she flattered the man before her.
As the saying goes: "No matter how many times you get caught in lies, flattery never fails."
These days, I have calculated him a few times, and it’s about time to give him some small treats.
Here, Ling Feng continued to maintain his usual quirky expression.
"Hey, stop putting on that face, my esteemed Sixth Prince," Ziyan thought to herself: Aren't you tired of acting like that, Masked Prince?
Finally, Ling Feng coughed a couple of times and then relaxed his entire body.
He leisurely stretched his neck and tilted his head back, once again directing his gaze toward the person across from him. "Zi, Miss Zi, tell me, if I and Xuan both met you at the same time and pursued you at the same time, would you choose him—or me?"
Uh?!!
What kind of question is that?
After a brief moment of thought, Ziyan looked up to meet his gaze.
"You... you must be feverish! You think you both met me at the same time? You can come up with such a childish hypothesis? What a pity!"
"A pity?" Ling Feng appeared somewhat dazed and surprised.
"Yes, because right now my heart can only hold him. Don't even think about inserting yourself into this. There will never be any chance between us in this lifetime." At this point, Ziyan clearly understood the little schemes in the Sixth Prince's heart. So she firmly rejected him without hesitation.
At this moment, Ling Feng, behind the Golden Mask, was filled with disappointment and sorrow. It was just that due to the Golden Mask, Ziyan couldn't see it clearly.
However, her intuition still sensed something. So Ziyan spoke again: "I hope you will always be a good brother to Brother Yuxuan, and I hope both of you can cherish this hard-earned relationship."
"Mm!" After a long while, Ling Feng finally responded as if he had come to terms with something.
The two of them fell silent again, and the night had grown very deep. Tired, Ziyan unknowingly leaned against the side of the carriage and dozed off.
In her hazy state, she found herself back in that old dream from the past. However, this time was different; in previous dreams, she would see herself with the man wearing the Golden Mask, moving through coherent scenes.
But this time, the dream was filled with fleeting, fragmented images—sometimes Ling Yuxuan was holding her hand, sometimes Ling Feng transformed into a giant python, and then the giant python instantly turned back into Ling Yuxuan. In a flash, Ling Feng became Ling Yuxuan again.
These fleeting fragments made Ziyan in the dream feel as if she were being driven mad by those terrifying images.
She had been alone and helpless in the dream, desperately trying to find the right answer!
Eventually, she found herself lost in a fog high above the clouds, wandering endlessly but unable to find any of them.
At that moment, just as Ling Feng was about to step forward to wake up Little Ziyan, who had been softly murmuring something and struggling in her sleep—
Suddenly, the horses in front of the carriage came to a sudden stop. Instantly, Ziyan was violently thrown from her seat.
Just as her body was about to be thrown off completely, Ling Feng reached out with his long arm and pulled Ziyan into his embrace.
What was happening? Ziyan woke up from her slumber and found herself inexplicably nestled in Ling Feng's arms after merely dozing off.
Startled for a moment, she used all her strength to push Ling Feng away.
Suddenly, both of them heard a barbaric voice from outside: "Cough cough—this road is mine, this place is my home. If you want to pass through here, leave some toll money."
Damn! So they really encountered a genuine highway robber?
Just as the two hesitated about whether to get out of the car, Ziyan simultaneously lifted the curtain in front.
They clearly heard and saw Wu Xiang, disguised as an ordinary coachman, respond: "Hmph, what if you have no money?"
"If there's no money, then just leave the recipe for Fragrant Braised Dishes," another person seemed to speak up.
Ziyan and Ling Feng exchanged glances, both understanding immediately. This was not a real highway robbery at all; they were clearly after her Seasoning Ingredients and recipes. What kind of act were they putting on, pretending to be robbers!
"Alright then, come at me! I want to see if you can steal the Seasoning Ingredients and recipes from the Zi Family today or if you're just looking for trouble!"
With that, Wu Xiang stretched his back and moved his body, his joints cracking with a series of "crack crack" sounds.
The few Bandits immediately felt their confidence wane, and for a moment no one dared to step forward until a burly man with a beard shouted: "Go! All of you go together. You must get the ingredients and recipes for me today. When we return, there will be great rewards from the master—each person will receive an extra hundred taels of silver."
Upon hearing that each person would receive an extra hundred taels of silver, the Bandits immediately became energized and eager to try their luck, as if in front of them were not a martial arts expert but piles of silver.
With a roar, they rushed towards Wu Xiang and the two carts.
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