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Thus, Ziyan tirelessly made the most of the limited half-day she had.
When the sun had risen to its highest point, at noon, she had completed all the tasks she needed to assign in her mind step by step.
At this moment, her heart, which had been in a state of turmoil and unwilling to relax, finally eased into fatigue. A faint, serene smile appeared on her face.
...
Finally, the time for parting had come.
As everyone sent her and her beloved boy, Ling Yuxuan, along with Wu Xiang and several other companions to the carriage outside, they saw Yan Laoguai and two other elders already waiting quietly with the members of the Heavenly Pivot Sect.
Parting is inevitable after sending someone off for a long journey. Ziyan looked at her family.
Each person's eyes were filled with hope and sorrow at the same time, especially Zhou, whose eyes glistened with tears. With a choked voice, she repeatedly reminded Ziyan of the little things to pay attention to in life while tightly holding her hand, unwilling to let go.
In that moment, Ziyan felt a pang of heartache. However, she knew that if she couldn't bear to part from her loved ones, she wouldn't be able to venture far. Perhaps this farewell today could lead to more reunions in the future.
One day, she would bring Elderly Couple by her side, and then she would accompany them every day, ensuring they would no longer feel such sadness for her.
Come on! Ziyan silently encouraged herself: She must carve out a beautiful place for herself and her family.
With this thought in mind, Ziyan hugged her mother Zhou tightly and then looked at her sister's pitiful yet endearing expression.
With a light laugh, Ziyan released her mother and embraced her sister tightly as well.
"Alright, it's getting late; we shouldn't delay Yan'er's journey." Just as Ziyan was reluctant to part from her mother and sister, she heard her father Zi Lao Er's voice.
Ziyan looked up at Zi Lao Er and noticed that her father’s eyes were filled with a deep sense of reluctance, but the strength typical of men kept him from showing it openly.
A smile unconsciously flashed across Ziyan's mind. Although her father was usually not very talkative, he could endure silence without complaint.
In the past, in Mountain Valley, Zi Lao Er's personality was characterized by being old-fashioned, timid, and overly compliant.
However, after two years of honing his skills in the business world and broadening his horizons, his character had improved significantly, and his awareness had risen several levels.
Ziyan felt very pleased and happy about her family's progress.
The world is constantly changing, so she hoped her family would also continue to evolve, becoming more knowledgeable and forward-thinking, ideally keeping pace with her own growth.
Of course, this was merely Ziyan's wishful thinking.
After all, ancient people were still just ancient people; the deep-rooted differences between them and those in the Twenty-First Century were truly vast, or one might say they were worlds apart.
In fact, given the current situation, Ziyan was quite satisfied and content.
After getting into the carriage, Ziyan turned back to wave goodbye to her family. It wasn't until the carriage gradually moved away from the city that she finally lowered the curtain.
Ling Yuxuan, who had been accompanying her all along, comfortingly held the small figure of Beloved Child. The two didn’t say much; perhaps Ziyan was really tired. She leaned against her fiancé’s embrace and soon sweetly drifted into a beautiful dream.
She slept soundly until sunset before slowly waking up.
When she opened her eyes for the first time, she saw Ling Yuxuan staring at her intently with a somewhat enchanted expression. Ziyan couldn’t help but smile gently.
“Aren't you tired?” Ziyan playfully asked her beloved boy with admiration.
“Not at all; I’m never tired when doing anything for you,” he replied half-teasingly and half-sincerely, knowing full well what the answer would be to the little girl's question.
"Oh!" Ziyan let out a faint sound and suddenly asked, "What if I asked you to give up your revenge and wander with me, traveling to the ends of the earth? Would you be willing?"
"Uh? This—" Ling Yuxuan seemed caught off guard by her sudden question and was momentarily at a loss for words.
"What's wrong?—" Ziyan fixed her gaze on Ling Yuxuan's eyes and spoke again, but she didn't ask any further questions.
"I didn't expect you to ask such a question, so—" Ling Yuxuan hesitated but still spoke honestly.
"Don't answer. I know that asking you this question puts you in a difficult position. If you don't want to answer, you don't have to. I don't know why, but perhaps I've gotten used to having good days these past two years and I'm afraid of losing everything in the future. I was wrong; I won't ask you this question again. The grace of our parents' upbringing is something we, as their children, cannot forget."
At this point, Ziyan suddenly felt a sense of desolation in her heart, not for Ling Yuxuan, but for herself, for her past life, and for this life.
Fate is always so full of twists and turns, so many hardships! She had never experienced even a few days of peace without turmoil or obstacles.
Alas! A tragic life! A fate uprooted!
Seeing the complex and painful expression on Ling Yuxuan's face, Ziyan felt heartache and truly surrendered within herself, compromising.
Knowing that her ideals had already exceeded the values of people in this era, she could only remind herself not to bring up this question again. Let things take their natural course.
She decided to make the most of this limited time to focus on her own matters and develop her career. Perhaps in the future, she could help him while also achieving better self-redemption.
With that thought, Ziyan rested her head on Ling Yuxuan's shoulder and softly murmured, "I'm sorry!"
"Fool! You shouldn't be the one saying sorry; it should be me. I'm the one who owes you an apology. As for what will happen in the future? I can't guarantee anything right now."
As Ling Yuxuan said this, he slowly exhaled a long breath.
Then he continued, "But I will definitely not let anything happen to you or your family. Of course, I won't let anything happen to myself either. If revenge fails and we are pursued by the court, I will at most take you into hiding. We can find another beautiful place like Hot Spring Valley and return to a farming life; just promise me you won't feel wronged."
"Well, no, as long as you stay by my side for this life, I will be content. Everything else is just vanity; some days will be better, and on days without, we can still carry on. Isn't that right?"
Ziyan said soothingly while deliberately rubbing her head against his chin, her arms around his waist tightening even more.
She knew that only in this way could she perhaps make her Future Husband feel more at ease.
At the same time, Ling Yuxuan, who had been holding Beloved Child, tightened his embrace, pulling the person in front of him even closer.
In that moment, he wished he could merge her into his body, never wanting to be separated from her for even a second. This was a feeling of kinship he had not experienced since losing his father and mother. At this moment, he was unaware that his biological parents were actually alive and well.
During their trip to the capital two years ago, he had been almost within reach of them.
But how could he know?
At this time, he was still filled with thoughts of revenge. Although he now had the company of Beloved Child, it did not mean he could completely forget the tragic events he had endured in the past.
With the protection of Yan Laoguai and the three elders of the Heavenly Pivot Sect, Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan arrived at another County Town before nightfall.
Their lodging was naturally at the Drunken Immortal Residence, where Yan Laoguai had arranged for the best two rooms in the back courtyard to be prepared for their Leader and future Leader husband.
Though Ziyan still held some reservations, she felt a bit satisfied but knew she needed to observe further. Only when she fully grasped the situation could she trust them completely.
Thus, her inner plan was this: if Yan Laoguai and the other two elders truly treated her as a genuine Leader, she would certainly be willing to continue and even better promote the Heavenly Pivot Sect.
Because she needed such an organization to serve her in the future. However, if they were not loyal and merely wanted to use her as a puppet Leader, she would inevitably need to have her own escape route.
At worst, she could create a new sect; she would never become someone else's subordinate or puppet, nor would she dress herself up for others.
With this determination in mind, Ziyan felt a sense of calm and composure.
As Yan Laoguai led the members of the Heavenly Pivot Sect out of the room, Ziyan shared her thoughts with Ling Yuxuan.
After listening to her heartfelt words, Ling Yuxuan felt quite pleased. In fact, her thoughts mirrored those that had occupied his mind over the past couple of days; he simply hadn't had the chance to share them with his Beloved One yet.
Since his Beloved Child was so wise and understanding, what was there for him to worry about?
Immediately, Ling Yuxuan reached out and gently scratched Ziyan's delicate little nose, giving her a radiant smile filled with affection.
"You have no objections?" Ziyan asked curiously, looking at him with a hint of confusion.
"None! My future Future Wife is well-educated and exceptionally talented. To put it more broadly, she is strategic and skilled in both literature and martial arts," he replied.
Seeing the adorable expression on her face, Ling Yuxuan decided to tease her a bit.
"Stop pretending to flatter me. I know my own worth very well. You don't need to bother trying to embarrass me."
Ziyan pouted dismissively, fully aware that he was partly joking but also genuinely proud of her.
"Alright, it's late now. You can head back to your room. After this bumpy afternoon, I want to get a good night's sleep. Good night!"
As she spoke, Ziyan began to gently push the pleased young man toward her room's door.
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