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So, everyone in the shop, starting from the Shopkeeper, began to systematically summarize their new jobs and envision the future of the store, one by one.
Ziyan listened with great interest.
In a group of three, while it may not be said that there must be a teacher among them, each person certainly has their strengths.
As someone with a strong ambition, Ziyan naturally understands the importance of learning from others' strengths and discarding his own weaknesses.
Overall, Xiang Wang Lingfeng's vision is quite good; the people on his side are worth nurturing.
If they can be utilized in the future, that would be quite beneficial.
While Ziyan attentively listened to their summaries, he secretly calculated how to win these people over in the future.
Of course, this is all under the premise of ensuring Xiang Wang Lingfeng's interests. Ziyan understands that winning them over is merely for the greater good. However, it does not mean he wants them to abandon or betray their original master; if that were the case, he wouldn't want them either.
Just as Ziyan was deeply engrossed in listening and lost in thought, he suddenly felt a large hand resting on his shoulder.
When he looked up, it was none other than His Highness, the King of Xiang, who had fainted last night and nearly scared her to death.
At this moment, he was looking at Ziyan with an expression full of admiration and a smile on his face.
"Go away!" Ziyan unceremoniously slapped away the large hand that seemed casually placed on his shoulder.
The next second, Xiang Wang Lingfeng smiled at her oddly while pretending to be in pain and exclaimed, "Ouch! It hurts; my heart and lungs are about to break."
"Cut it out! Keep pretending. I slapped your hand; what does it have to do with your heart and lungs?" Ziyan looked at him disdainfully.
"My pain isn't caused by your slap, okay? It's the pain of heartbreak. Look at you; I didn't do it on purpose; I just rested my hand on your shoulder. So petty."
Ling Feng was acting pretentious, but in Ziyan's eyes, he looked particularly annoying.
Ziyan silently shifted her gaze away from him, wanting to focus on the summaries being presented by the Clerks—
Only to find that due to the arrival of Prince Ling Feng, the Clerk who had been clearly articulating his thoughts and diligently summarizing had now frozen in place, staring blankly at her and Xiang Wang.
Perhaps these people had never seen the usually aloof Xiang Wang display such a childish and boring side, leaving them utterly dumbfounded.
Ziyan turned back with great displeasure and shot Ling Feng an ugly glare, conveying the message that he shouldn't have come down; his presence only caused chaos!
Ling Feng immediately looked somewhat displeased, his lips twitching as he felt a brief sense of being out of place.
But after a moment, the prince regained his usual arrogant demeanor, exuding an air of superiority.
Ziyan glanced at him in disbelief. "Who told you to come down? You should go back and lie down. Don't turn around and scare me again!"
"Uh? Hahaha—are you worried about This King?" Ling Feng beamed with self-satisfaction, laughing to himself.
"Oh my goodness, so cocky! I should send you a paper airplane; do you really think it will take you to the sky?" Ziyan looked at his expression and felt like she might just faint from amusement.
"What are you sending me?" Ling Feng, a person from ancient times, couldn't understand what she meant by 'airplane.'
His eyes were filled with confusion as he stared at her, secretly wondering what strange and whimsical thoughts were occupying her mind.
"Ah, it's nothing! Just some rural slang; someone as noble as you wouldn't understand." Ziyan quickly thought of an excuse.
"Oh! But do daughters from rural families have such boldness?" Ling Feng had always found it puzzling; this girl claimed to come from the countryside, yet she lacked any of the typical traits of a rural girl.
Her every word and action is far more courageous and insightful than those young ladies from prominent families—much more.
This is also what Ling Feng has always found puzzling, and he often expresses doubts about her background.
When Ziyan caught sight of his skeptical and contemplative gaze, she chose not to say more.
At the same time, she secretly noted the names of the individuals she decided to focus on cultivating later. After that, she dismissed all the staff in front of her, Clerk, sending them back to their respective homes.
Once it was just her and Xiang Wang Ye left, she suddenly spoke up to him with a hint of challenge: "Seeing that you seem to have recovered quite well, I think after dinner you should return to your own Xiang Wang Fu to rest."
At this point, she shot a glance at Wu Xiang and added, "You should send someone to notify Doctor Mo to come to Xiang Wang Fu later to treat the prince's injuries."
Wu Xiang, who had already developed a certain understanding with Ziyan, immediately understood: this was the future Young Master’s wife issuing an eviction order.
Thus, he nodded in acknowledgment and went off to instruct the other brothers to split into two groups—one to notify Doctor Mo and the other to prepare a carriage in advance.
At this moment, Ling Feng was displeased; it was clear that this girl wanted to drive him away from here.
"Are you so eager to send This King away?" Ling Feng asked with great dissatisfaction and reluctance.
"Oh dear—Your Highness, what are you talking about! It's just that I think you, as a prince, have such a comfortable and luxurious palace but insist on staying in this shabby shop dormitory. How inappropriate! I don’t want to ruin your reputation. At the same time—well? I really don’t want to be dragged down by you again and suffer another misfortune."
"What do you mean? Where is this coming from?" Ziyan's words alerted Ling Feng, but the prince seemed reluctant to face reality.
"What do you mean? Since the first day I arrived in the capital, you've made me enemies everywhere. Haven't you noticed how those women look at me? They practically want to swallow me whole. And you still think that the assassination attempt the day before yesterday has nothing to do with your charming acquaintances? That's ridiculous—"
Ziyan looked at his nonchalant demeanor with some irritation. This time, she decided not to hold back and poured out all her suspicions without reservation.
I want to see if you, the esteemed Xiang Wang Ye, truly have the ability to thoroughly investigate this matter and find out who is behind it.
In an instant, Ling Feng was completely Mao Saiton Kai. His face turned ashen as he pondered like Bao Gong for a long time.
Indeed! One can be wise for a lifetime but foolish for a moment; how could I not realize such a simple truth?
A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea! This saying holds true: it is better to offend a petty person than to offend a woman!
Who could harbor such deep hatred for a girl they don't even know? If someone were after her spice skills and recipes, it would be impossible for them to directly seek her life.
It seems I was too careless in this matter. I was so eager to get close to her that it led to her being envied and hated, which in turn made someone want to take her life.
Such distressing matters are common in the emperor's harem or among the inner courtyards of prominent families. The cruelty of women fighting against each other is no less than a real battlefield; it's either you die or I live.
Thus, the person who plotted to assassinate this girl must have a significant connection to me, perhaps a malicious woman who has been secretly coveting and admiring me.
Thinking that there is such a woman daring enough to conspire against the girl I care for right under my nose, Ling Feng suddenly felt as if he had been slapped in the face unexpectedly.
Moreover, this slap was particularly harsh, leaving him feeling utterly humiliated. What happened to the dignity of a prince?
The more Ling Feng thought about it, the more indignant he became, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt, until his face turned the color of Wild Boar Liver.
Upon realizing this, Ling Feng abruptly stood up and waved to several nearby guards, hurriedly leading them away.
Uh? What’s going on? Why such anger all of a sudden? His injuries haven’t even healed yet! What does he intend to do?
However, Ziyan quickly reacted; it seemed that Ling Feng had some idea in mind. He probably already guessed who was behind the assassination attempt on him. So next, he likely intended to confront that person.
Ziyan quickly rushed out the door and saw Ling Feng already getting into the carriage that Wu Xiang had prepared for him in advance.
Worried about any unexpected situations, Ziyan called over Wu Xiang and instructed him to follow secretly. She wanted to see where he was going and what he was doing, and if he encountered any danger, to lend a hand.
After watching them completely disappear at the entrance of the shop, Ziyan looked at the crowd on the street and reminded herself that it would be best to hurry upstairs. If another assassin showed up, it would be a big problem for her! Because Hercules and Wu Xiang had already left.
Indeed! Her worries were not unfounded; at that moment, there were several groups of people in the crowd watching her closely.
There were those from Crown Prince Ling Xianjun's side, assassins wanting her life, and others scheming for her Fragrant Braising Technique—
However, at this moment, Ziyan was completely unaware of the details. What she was most worried about was still the mastermind behind the plot against her. Who knows if they would send more people after her!
Next, Ziyan hurried back to her room as quickly as possible.
Yet—at this moment, even her Demonically Charming Man Ling Yuxuan was not in the room and had disappeared without a trace.
Ziyan felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart and stepped out of her room to ask the dark guard who had been stationed at the door: "Have you seen when Young Master left?"
"Uh, I have been guarding here and did not see Young Master leave," the guard replied, surprised.
"Alas, forget it!" Ziyan sighed softly.
She thought to herself: It's better to rely on oneself than on others. What use are these guards? I need to become strong enough; I should practice my Martial Arts until I am invincible. By then, I won't need these Death Warriors or guards at all.
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