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"Now I understand, no wonder Strongman had that expression before," Ziyan said, enlightened.
"However, it’s not a big deal; don’t make things difficult for him," Ling Yuer said, pausing slightly. She let out a long sigh, feeling a bit of the unease in her heart finally lift.
After feeling relieved, she refocused her gaze on her brother Ling Feng.
With determination and persistence in her eyes, she continued, "Sixth Brother, I will keep my distance from him in the future. Please do not harm him, promise me."
From Ziyan's careful observation, she noticed that at the very beginning, a strong intent to kill had flashed in Ling Feng's eyes.
No wonder Ling Yuer felt the need to solemnly reiterate this to her brother.
This is the clearest and most extreme selfish approach of royal personnel to cut through the chaos—
It seems that if Ling Yuer did not declare it herself and give it up?
According to His Highness, the King of Xiang, he would likely act in his usual manner: quickly sending someone or taking action himself to swiftly eliminate Strongman Wu Xiang.
As long as Wu Xiang completely disappears from this world, it would naturally sever Ling Yuer's thoughts entirely.
The ancient royal demeanor can truly be as terrifying as it gets!
This kind of love that crosses social boundaries sees almost no hope in this era.
Even if it were possible, it would require an immense amount of effort and sacrifices from all sides; hope would still be exceedingly slim, with only a few lucky individuals able to fulfill their wishes.
But what if some so-called man of slightly higher status or power took an interest in a woman of lower status than his own?
As long as both parties are fond of each other, or are willing, the most that can happen is to bring the person back to one's own residence and have a few wives and concubines.
Such matters seem quite trivial in the eyes of people in this era and can be easily accepted. Everything is just a small issue, like sesame seeds or mung beans.
However, for a poor man wanting to marry a wealthy Young Lady, it truly becomes nothing more than a daydream, just like the situation between this princess and her Bodyguard—
Before it even begins, it has already been stifled in its infancy!
Since the future holds so much pain and even greater humiliation, why bother?
At this moment, Ziyan deeply hoped that her Strongman Subordinate would not genuinely develop feelings for this beautiful and charming Princess; otherwise, it would be a terrifying matter!
It is simply unattainable, like having merely experienced the most beautiful spring dream. Nothing more!
Ziyan silently speculated, criticized, and complained in her heart.
"Alright, I promise you, as long as you no longer harbor that inappropriate admiration for him, I will not trouble him."
At this moment, Xiang Wang Lingfeng's attitude was also very clear and resolute.
Ziyan was instantly awakened by Ling Feng's words and thought that she must not let him have any chance to harm an innocent person; moreover, Wu Xiang was her capable assistant.
So she immediately spoke to Ling Feng to reaffirm: "A gentleman's word is his bond."
At the same time, Ling Feng was momentarily taken aback by Ziyan's response; he almost forgot that Wu Xiang was the Subordinate of the goddess he admired. One must consider not only the monk but also the Buddha!
When Ling Feng clearly realized this matter, he nodded in agreement to the woman he admired: "Yes! A gentleman's word is hard to retract."
At the same time, when Ziyan heard Xiang Wang Lingfeng's reaffirmation and promise, her face instantly blossomed with a radiant smile.
"Alright, alright, it's all good now. Everyone, hurry up and get ready to take your seats; the fine food and wine will be arriving shortly."
Just as Ziyan happily tried to lighten the mood and ease everyone from the earlier tension, it was as if she had summoned the food by mere mention. The delicious dishes were indeed on their way.
Don't believe it? Look here: Executive Chef Hong Gang, under the personal guidance of Head Innkeeper Qi Yu, accompanied by several clerks carrying large boxes of delicacies and fine wine, had already arrived.
Ha ha! Upon seeing this group of arrivals, Ziyan's face was about to burst into laughter.
The two noble and exceptionally handsome young masters beside her exchanged glances in surprise. Ling Yuxuan shook his head in exasperation.
After the food and wine were set out, Qi Yu and Hong Gang led their group away.
Next, Ziyan sat next to the princess while Ling Yuxuan and Ling Feng sat side by side. The four of them slowly began to savor the food while chatting about various topics.
Meanwhile, on the roof above them sat the man who had previously claimed he needed to go to the Toilet—Strongman Wu Xiang.
He quietly leaned against the roof tiles in frustration, gradually recalling the scene from earlier in the princess's room.
"Wu Xiang, how long have you been with those two masters of yours?" Princess Ling Yuer asked with a smile after settling down.
"Uh? Oh, it's been more than two years." Wu Xiang thought this was something he could openly share, and indeed it was; such trivial matters held no need for secrecy.
"Then how did your two masters meet, and which one of them did you know first as your true master?" Ling Yuer continued to inquire.
Uh? Even Wu Xiang was at a loss to distinguish that.
From the moment he first met these two masters, they were already together. At that time, Old Man Mo claimed that Ling Yuxuan was their Young Master.
However, later on, in his eyes, the two of them were indistinguishable from one another. So the question arose: who was the actual, rightful master he should be loyal to?
The answer remained unclear. If he were to solely pledge loyalty to Ling Yuxuan, treating him as the only master, what would happen if something were to happen to Ziyan? Ling Yuxuan would undoubtedly not let him off easily, and the consequences would be dire.
Conversely, if he were to only be loyal to Ziyan and disregard or disobey Ling Yuxuan? It was likely that Ziyan would also punish or eliminate him.
Sigh! His thoughts were in complete disarray.
Wu Xiang was utterly bewildered.
After being dazed for a moment, Wu Xiang responded with something that nearly left Ling Yuer equally flabbergasted: "I don't know, Princess. Whoever you believe is my true master is my true master. Regardless of whether it's Young Master or Young Master’s future wife, when necessary, I will pledge my life in loyalty without distinction between him and her."
Wu Xiang's words left Ling Yuer stunned for a long time as she pondered over them.
Just as Wu Xiang was about to quietly withdraw from her room, the sharp-eyed Ling Yuer spoke again: "Wu Xiang, don't go yet; I have something to say to you."
"Princess, please speak. Wu Xiang is listening," Wu Xiang replied with a nod.
Seeing this, Princess Ling Yuer stood up and walked behind Strongman Wu Xiang, extending her arms to tightly embrace him from behind, resting her head directly against his back.
In the next moment, Strongman Wu Xiang's reaction was—
"Uh?" Wu Xiang was so shocked that his legs went weak, nearly fainting on the spot.
His whole body began to tremble slightly. How could this be possible? What was he? Just a guard, and a Death Warrior bound by a life-and-death contract.
After a moment, Wu Xiang's mind was in complete disarray compared to before. However, Princess Ling Yuer still showed no signs of stopping her confession.
"Wu Xiang, listen to me— I like you," Ling Yuer repeated her confession from behind him.
On the verge of collapsing, Wu Xiang suddenly came to his senses.
Immediately, without daring to respond, he awkwardly and hurriedly pried apart the hands that were embracing him from behind.
Then, in a flash, he leaped away from the scene.
In a twist of fate, he ended up colliding with one of his masters, Ziyan, resulting in an earlier moment where Ziyan caught him red-handed.
This was quite embarrassing; Wu Xiang hid alone on the rooftop, his mind racing between the image of Princess Ling Yuer and Ziyan's smug expression when she caught him, along with the words he had unintentionally overheard from Ziyan: "Our Strongman, it turns out he holds quite a significant place in this master's heart."
How should he face these two noble women now? He could temporarily ignore the high-status princess, but what about his master Ziyan?
Wu Xiang was increasingly indecisive, while his mind helplessly wandered.
On one side, the young people were troubled by their own issues, while on the other side—
The lofty Emperor's Son Ling Zhiyuan was intently scrutinizing the head of his palace spies, Yulang.
"Did you really get a clear look at the man who was with that girl?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. This man bears a striking resemblance to the Young Heir Ling Yuxuan, who mysteriously disappeared years ago. In my opinion, this man should be that Young Heir."
Yulang answered confidently while keeping his head bowed.
"It really is him. It seems that if I want to meet him without causing a conflict, I will have to wait until that girl arrives in the capital. Sigh—"
Ling Zhiyuan let out a light sigh of regret, his expression quite dejected.
"Your Majesty, if you wish to capture him immediately, it is not impossible. As long as I give the order and gather all local officials and soldiers, it should not be a problem."
Seeing that Your Majesty seemed eager to capture and see the past Young Heir, Yulang's eyes lit up as he thought of a plan he deemed feasible.
"Absolutely not! Who said I only want to capture him? By the way, Yulang, remember this: no matter what happens in the future, you must not harm him in the slightest."
Ling Zhiyuan suddenly spoke seriously to Yulang.
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