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For some reason, Ziyan's somewhat lost heart suddenly felt lighter and lifted at this moment.
Temporarily, with the foundation not yet solidified, even if she wanted to help her fiancé, the Monster, she found herself unable to do so.
Ziyan let out a faint sigh and told herself that since she currently lacked the ability, she should not become a burden to him. What she needed to do now was to quickly develop her own career.
Perhaps only by doing so could she provide significant help when he needed her the most, leveraging the Heavenly Pivot Sect.
As Ziyan was immersed in her thoughts, Qin Ming spoke to his only disciple and Young Master, asking, "What do you plan to do?"
Silence lingered for a long time until Ling Yuxuan finally expressed his thoughts slowly.
"This time, let's just observe the changes. For Yan'er, for him, this Young Master has decided to let that person go this time."
"This is a rare opportunity. Disguised travel with very few guards by your side. Are you sure you want to let him go this time?"
Qin Ming looked at his Young Master with disbelief and a sense of regret, as if he understood but couldn't quite grasp it.
"Master, please agree to this just this once. Yan'er has just taken over; I don't want to affect her at this critical moment. Besides, Sixth Brother and Yuer are also involved; let's give them face as well. Just this once, can we?"
Ling Yuxuan looked at his master's unwilling expression and almost pleaded again with a soft tone.
"Alright! I will grant you this time. But it won't happen again!" In the end, Qin Ming nodded in agreement to his beloved Young Master.
"Sigh—fine! Then, does Young Master have any other instructions? I will go arrange the schedules for the Subordinates." Qin Ming sighed deeply and shook his head helplessly.
"Wait, Master! Thank you."
"Mm, inform me promptly of any developments." After saying the last sentence, Qin Ming turned and strode away without looking back.
Just three to five minutes after Qin Ming left, the teacup that Ling Yuxuan had been holding shattered into pieces in an instant. As the fragments fell onto the table, several drops of blood seeped from the gaps in his tightly clenched fist.
When Ziyan returned to the room again, she saw her Demonically Charming Man sitting alone in a daze, his fist resting on the table still oozing blood.
Looking at the amount of blood, it wasn't too much, but the table was already spread with a patch of bright red blood, resembling a blooming Red Spider Lily.
Ziyan's heart was instantly filled with countless silent pains. "What happened to you?"
As Ziyan gently asked him, she held his injured hand and took out a handkerchief from her bosom to tenderly bandage it.
"Can you tell me what your next move is?" Ziyan tried to ask eagerly.
"No action at all," Ling Yuxuan met the gaze of his Beloved Child and smiled sadly.
"Really?" Ziyan found it hard to believe. Going out in disguise was like delivering oneself right to the door; would he really give up such a good opportunity when all he wanted was revenge?
"Really. Don't worry, I won't do anything until you can protect yourself," Ling Yuxuan said while quickly pulling the person in front of him into his warm embrace.
"I will. I will work hard to learn how to protect myself. I won't be a burden to you. I—"
Just as Ziyan wanted to continue her chatter, Ling Yuxuan immediately covered Beloved Child's mouth with his hand that was wrapped in the handkerchief.
Thus, both of them fell silent.
In this close embrace, they emptied their minds at that moment. They no longer thought about anything, nor asked or spoke…
Time passed swiftly.
By noon on the third day, still at the Drunken Immortal Residence, Ziyan had confined Ling Yuxuan within her courtyard in Ren Shi Tang for the past two days.
The reason was obvious: she didn't want him to be targeted by the current lord, unaware that he had already set his sights on both of them.
To put it bluntly, he had come all this way specifically for them, yet she remained completely oblivious!
At this moment, Ziyan, dressed as a man, was sitting by the street-facing window on the third floor chatting about future plans with Yan Laoguai.
While chatting, Ziyan spotted a luxurious carriage approaching from a distance. Even Yan Laoguai was captivated by it.
The two of them stared intently at the carriage, which came to a stop right below their building.
A quick-witted Clerk had already rushed ahead to welcome the distinguished guest from the carriage.
However, just as he was about to get close to the carriage's curtain, someone swiftly pushed him a meter away.
With the assistance of several high-ranking guards accompanying him, the distinguished guest finally stepped down from the carriage.
Ziyan focused closely on that person, and at the moment he looked up to observe the Drunken Immortal Residence, Ziyan was so shocked that he nearly turned to stone.
Why was that? There was a reason: the features of the man who got off the carriage were strikingly familiar to Ziyan.
Familiar? In the next second, Ziyan almost fainted. The man's features resembled those of both Ling Feng and Ling Yuxuan. Additionally, there were too many similarities with the portrait of Ling Yuxuan's father that Ziyan had seen in the cave.
The middle-aged man, Ling Father, was deceased. Then, that—
Ling Yuxuan had once told Ziyan that her father had only three brothers, two of whom were already deceased. The remaining one was none other than the current Supreme One reigning over Nanchu Kingdom—Emperor Ling Zhiyuan.
Heavens, it really was him!
To better observe this esteemed guest and understand his purpose for visiting, Ziyan decided to take action herself.
Next, while Yan Laoguai was still trying to figure out what was happening, Ziyan left him behind, still confused and in a daze.
Then she quickly descended to the second floor and intercepted a Clerk, forcibly taking his white coat and putting it on herself.
Just as she finished preparing everything, she heard the voice of the Clerk who had welcomed the esteemed guest earlier: “Sir, you must have come from afar to taste our restaurant's latest dishes! I will arrange our best room for you. I guarantee you will enjoy your meal and drink to your heart's content.”
Ziyan narrowed her eyes slightly and quickly stepped forward, bowing deeply to everyone before giving a subtle signal to that Clerk.
The Clerk nodded in understanding and said, "Dear guests, this is the Clerk responsible for our private rooms on the second floor. From now on, if you have any requests or needs, just find him."
"Hello, esteemed guests. I am very pleased to serve you. Please follow me," Ziyan immediately chimed in with a warm smile.
However, she was met by a cold-faced guard who stepped in between her and Ling Zhiyuan.
"Boldly, step back five paces."
Uh? Oh, Ziyan only paused for a second before realizing this was to prevent her from being an assassin or part of some other conspiracy.
No wonder the previous Clerk had also been kept at a certain distance by these people.
"It's fine, let's go."
Ling Zhiyuan did not pay much attention to the girl disguised as a boy in front of him. Instead, he ordered her to lead the way.
He simply nodded lightly at her and replied with one word: "Hmm!"
Thus, Ziyan easily led Ling Zhiyuan and his companions into the luxurious private room that had been deliberately modified by the Heavenly Pivot Sect.
"Esteemed sir, may I ask if you have any particular dietary preferences?" Ziyan asked politely.
"Oh—huh, could it be that whatever I want to eat, your establishment can provide?"
Ling Zhiyuan noticed that the Clerk in front of him was quite handsome and decided to tease him a bit.
"Uh? Oh, well, if you have specific preferences, it is certainly possible," Ziyan replied, momentarily taken aback but quickly recovering.
"Do you have Heavenly Dragon Meat?" Ling Zhiyuan continued to tease the little Clerk in front of him.
"This—huh, esteemed sir, I'm afraid we really don't have that," Ziyan said, somewhat dumbfounded but mostly speechless.
"Dragon Meat"? Your Majesty, are you joking? Ziyan thought to herself.
"Hahaha—, I knew you would react this way. How about this, I heard that you have introduced many delicious new dishes here. So, present all of them to me—no, to this old man. I want to know what your new dishes taste like."
"Yes! Alright, I will go notify the kitchen right away. Please wait a moment," Ziyan said, bowing again to the man before quickly exiting.
After notifying the kitchen, Ziyan brought a pot of fragrant tea back to the private room where Lord Ling Zhiyuan was.
As she poured a cup of tea for Ling Zhiyuan, she noticed a man beside him, whose voice was sharp and seemed to be an Elder Eunuch, immediately took out a silver needle from his bundle and dipped one end into the tea.
After waiting for at least two minutes before pulling the needle out and seeing no change, he nodded slightly towards Ling Zhiyuan.
Ling Zhiyuan understood and smiled faintly before taking a sip of the tea and setting the cup down.
He looked at the handsome young Clerk in front of him and asked, "Hmm, do you know if the creator of your restaurant's new dishes is here today?"
"Uh? Oh, about that, I don't know. I'm just an ordinary Clerk; only our Shopkeeper knows about those in management," the Clerk replied.
Upon hearing Ling Zhiyuan start inquiring about her matters, Ziyan was taken aback.
Could it be that this old man has discovered something? Or is he just interested in the new dishes?
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