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"You don't want to? Are you really in love with my Sixth Prince, Ling Feng?" Ling Xianjun's expression was slightly awkward, but he still fixed his gaze on the small woman in front of him, as if trying to discern something from her eyes.
"Of course not! I made it clear to you yesterday that I am already betrothed back home. How could I abandon my commitment?" Ziyan angrily reiterated.
"Oh—what does that matter? As long as the Crown Prince obtains an edict from the Emperor, your engagement back home can be immediately annulled," Ling Xianjun confidently expressed his thoughts.
"No! I absolutely do not want to enter your royal hell," Ziyan continued to refuse.
"Royal hell? Hahaha—absurd, ridiculous, utterly laughable! Do you know how many women in this world wish to enter the palace, even if it's just to be a talented person or a noble consort? Even being favored by one of our royal sons for a night would be a tremendous honor. You dare to describe my esteemed royal family as hell?"
Ling Xianjun laughed in anger, thinking to himself: This girl is simply unbearable, incredibly foolish.
"Sigh—who doesn't know that your royal women scheme and fight for favor, plotting against each other? I am just a country girl who has always cherished freedom and happiness. I have never cared about marrying into any noble family, let alone the royal family. Please stop being so self-important. I sincerely ask you to let me go."
Ziyan was thoroughly defeated by Ling Xianjun's unmatched confidence! By the end, she even resorted to pleading.
But in the next moment, Ling Xianjun narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerously playful expression.
At the same time, he waved his hand toward the group of attendants behind him, and they automatically exited the room, closing the door behind them.
Ziyan suddenly felt something was off! She swallowed hard; he couldn't be planning to force himself on her, could he?
"You—don't come any closer." Watching Ling Xianjun approach the bed step by step, Ziyan couldn't help but start to panic.
"What if I do?" Ling Xianjun suddenly revealed a teasing and playful smile.
"You?" Just as Ziyan was about to finish her sentence, Ling Xianjun leaned over with an intention to pounce on her. He lowered his head towards Ziyan through the blanket.
"Don't! If you keep this up, I will bite my tongue and die!" Ziyan shouted, quickly turning her head away.
Seeing this, Ling Xianjun stopped talking, withdrew his body, and released Ziyan's acupoint with one hand.
Huh? What’s going on?
Ziyan experienced a momentary mental lapse, but as soon as she regained her senses, she jumped off the bed immediately.
Then, in just a few steps, she leaped to what she considered a safe spot and grabbed a vase in her hand.
Ling Xianjun let out a laugh, filled with countless teasing glimmers.
"With your skills and a vase, do you really think you can handle the Crown Prince? Do you think the Crown Prince is just a decorative pillow? Hahaha—how ridiculous!"
Ling Xianjun laughed brightly, his whole body shaking.
Ziyan couldn't help but twitch her lips, feeling goosebumps all over.
What kind of tricks does this Crown Prince want to play? Heaven, please send someone to rescue me from here. This person is truly terrifying!
Ziyan began to close her eyes and pray to the heavens. However, it seemed that in this life, the heavens had always favored her; just wait and see.
Just as Ziyan was engaged in a tug-of-war with the Crown Prince, both of them in a standoff.
Suddenly, the roof was kicked open with a loud crash.
Following that, two elegantly dressed young gentlemen wearing Golden Masks almost simultaneously descended from the sky into the room, positioning themselves protectively in front of Ziyan.
Ziyan naturally recognized the identities of these two individuals. However, Ling Xianjun across from her was stunned for a moment.
“Bold assassins, who are you? How dare you trespass into my Crown Prince's Residence?” Ling Xianjun said with a serious expression, on guard against the two Masked Men who had descended from the roof.
After saying this, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, as if he understood something.
“Sixth Prince?” Ling Xianjun asked tentatively, looking at one of the Masked Men.
“Since you know it's me, do you still want to make a bigger fuss about it, Your Highness?” Ling Feng finally spoke up and removed his Golden Mask.
“And the other one?” Ling Xianjun asked, now fixated on the other Masked Man, who was wearing a Golden Mask, namely Ling Yuxuan.
“As for him? There's no need for you to know who he is, Your Highness, because he is merely someone I casually found in the martial world to occasionally act as my stand-in,” Ling Feng replied.
“I see. No wonder you both have such similar height and build. It seems like Sixth Prince is preparing to undertake a significant venture?” Ling Xianjun mused, probing further into Ling Feng's intentions.
“Hmph!” Ling Feng couldn't help but let out a cold laugh before continuing, “I’m afraid you’re overthinking it, Elder Brother. I have no grand ambitions; finding a stand-in is purely for fun, just to amuse myself and those around me. Please don’t misunderstand me; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to bear that responsibility. I am someone who enjoys freedom and leisure, so many things that others dream of achieving are simply not worth mentioning to me.”
“Oh—hahaha—good! I support your perspective. If you ever need anything from me in the future, just let me know, Sixth Brother. But speaking of which, you two seem quite compatible in thought; Miss Zi also mentioned she enjoys a life of freedom and leisure,” Ling Xianjun said with a hint of bitterness in his tone.
“No need for assistance, Elder Brother; we simply don’t see eye to eye. Right now, I just want to take Miss Zi and leave your Crown Prince's Residence as soon as possible. I wonder if you have any objections?” Ling Feng said, unwilling to prolong the conversation any further.
“Of course not. Since Sixth Brother insists on drawing a line with me, I have nothing more to say. It’s just—that hole in the roof of my grand prince's palace—” Ling Xianjun said while glancing at the large hole in the roof.
“That’s easy; I’ll cover the repair costs from my Xiang Wang Fu. Although I’m not particularly talented, I've made some profits in business over the years, so money is not an issue. Just send someone to my estate’s Accountant to collect it later.”
After saying this, Ling Feng confidently walked towards Ziyan, took her small hand in his, and strode towards the door.
"Good—" Ling Xianjun exclaimed loudly while clapping his hands twice. Immediately, there was a creaking sound as someone outside opened the door.
Thus, Ling Feng led Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan out of the Crown Prince's Residence. The three of them walked confidently and gracefully, quickly exiting the palace under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
At the entrance, two carriages were already waiting.
Before anyone could react, Ling Yuxuan, who had been following Ling Feng in the Crown Prince's Residence, quickly stepped forward to swat away Cousin's hand that was holding her Beloved Child.
Then she swiftly embraced Ziyan and hopped onto the carriage driven by Wu Xiang, immediately instructing Wu Xiang to drive away.
As Wu Xiang cracked the whip on the horse's rear, Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan simultaneously heard Ling Feng's lamenting voice from outside the carriage.
"Wait, you? You are burning bridges after crossing them!"
Feeling that Xiang Wang Lingfeng was quite displeased at that moment, Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan exchanged smiles. They then nestled closely together.
After experiencing this period of separation and turmoil, Ziyan felt an even stronger reliance on Ling Yuxuan!
Ziyan was fully aware in her heart: she could never part from this person by her side in this lifetime.
After traveling for a while, the carriage arrived at a side alley of an elegant mansion.
Before getting off the carriage, Ling Yuxuan magically pulled out a similarly exquisite small Golden Mask from her bosom and directly placed it on Ziyan's face.
To be honest, this Golden Mask fit Ziyan's small palm-sized face perfectly.
Ziyan raised her hand to touch the Golden Mask on her face, feeling delighted. With this, she and him had become a couple of masked heroes, which was quite interesting!
At the same time, Ling Yuxuan wrapped her arms around her slender waist and gently leaped over the courtyard wall, bringing them both to the top of the wall. With another light jump, they flew onto the red-tiled roof of a residence.
After a series of leaps, they arrived at the rooftop of the Minister's Residence where the Young Lady was.
Just as they steadied themselves, they saw Xiang Wang Lingfeng along with Wu Xiang and several capable guards.
Ling Yuxuan provocatively glanced at Ling Feng and said, "Brother, you’re not following me to pity me and hinder my revenge for Yan'er, are you?"
"Uh? Where would that be? How could I be such a person?" Ling Feng felt wronged and aggrieved.
"Then aren't you afraid of being recognized?" Ling Yuxuan pressed on.
"Recognized? What of it? I'm the one who got hurt here," Ling Feng looked at Ling Yuxuan with a hint of sorrow.
"She was once the old flame of the prince! Are you willing to take action against her?" Ziyan suddenly chimed in, intentionally poking at his inner wounds.
"That's nonsense! This King has never truly cared for any woman before meeting you," Ling Feng argued angrily.
"That's just quibbling!" Ziyan dismissed him with a shake of her head.
"Alright, stop arguing. Let's prepare to go down," Ling Yuxuan timely interrupted their debate.
"Are we going to smash another big hole in this rooftop?" Ling Feng sensitively picked up on her words.
"Pfft—" Ziyan suddenly wanted to laugh, looking at Ling Feng's expression, clearly pained by his earlier promise to cover the repair costs for the Crown Prince's residence.
Ling Yuxuan also wanted to laugh, but to expedite matters, she directly reached out and pulled off Ling Feng's Golden Mask, then snatched a Ghost Face Mask from one of the guards and tossed it into Ling Feng's hands.
"You stay on the roof and keep watch, no need to come down. You—put on this Golden Mask and come down with us," Ling Feng said, deftly pointing at the guard and then at himself.
Then, everyone leaped outside the bedroom, and Wu Xiang skillfully used a dagger to gently unlock Tan Fangyi's door.
Are you kidding? Can Tan Fangyi's residence compare to the Crown Prince's palace? There are a bunch of guards at the entrance of the Crown Prince's palace, but the guards at the Minister's Residence are all waiting outside the courtyard.
Therefore, there was no need for them to step onto a woman's bedroom roof; it would be a huge joke if that got out!
So, they unceremoniously went straight to Tan Fangyi's bedside.
"Who are you?" Tan Fangyi had already woken up, glaring at the group while clutching her blanket.
"How many guilty things have you done? Don't you have an account in your heart?" Ziyan casually asked.
"You, who are you? How dare you! Do you know where this is? This is the Prime Minister's Residence," Tan Fangyi said, feeling less anxious upon hearing a woman's voice.
"Tch, how can you still mention the Prime Minister's Residence? The heart of the Young Lady of the Minister's Residence is as venomous as a snake," Ling Feng mocked, changing his tone and raising his sword to point at Tan Fangyi's throat.
"Who exactly are you?" Tan Fangyi was still holding her ground because she couldn't believe that Xiang Wang Lingfeng would discover so quickly that she was behind everything.
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