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"If I am not mistaken, this person should be your fiancé, right?" Ling Zhiyuan did not give Ziyan any chance to evade the question.
Ziyan cursed Ling Zhiyuan in her heart: Old fox, it turns out that the older ginger is indeed spicier!
"Yes, Your Majesty truly has a discerning eye." With no other choice, Ziyan had to praise him lavishly to divert the attention of this "old fox."
Unexpectedly, this "old fox" was not fooled at all and immediately asked, "Is Miss Zi's fiancé also from your hometown?"
"Your Majesty is correct; he is indeed a fellow townsman of Commoner. Like Commoner, he also comes from a rural village." Ziyan continued to answer Ling Zhiyuan's questions calmly.
"However, the spies I sent reported that your fiancé was originally not within Hengfeng territory, meaning he was born in that village you mentioned. Are you aware of this?" Ling Zhiyuan pressed on relentlessly, giving Ziyan no chance to catch her breath.
As Ling Zhiyuan continued his relentless questioning, Ziyan's full attention began to focus intensely, fearing she might say something wrong.
"Your Majesty, there is one thing that has always puzzled Commoner, and I would like to ask if Your Majesty would be willing to enlighten me?"
Suddenly remembering something, Ziyan quickly thought of a way to turn the question back on this Supreme One.
"Oh—tell me about it. If I can answer you, I will certainly not hold back," Ling Zhiyuan replied as if he were being very cooperative.
Uh? If he can answer, then the implication is that he won't answer what he cannot or does not want to! Ziyan couldn't help but silently scoff.
"This—" Ziyan hesitated a bit, creating an impression for Ling Zhiyuan that she still had some concerns in her heart.
"Miss Zi need not have any concerns; just speak your mind. I will surely pardon you," Ling Zhiyuan believed her words: she might be afraid he would punish her, so she expressed herself first.
"Well, if that's the case, then Commoner will dare to ask: I want to know whether it is true that Your Majesty once entrusted Commoner with finding his long-lost biological son in Chu County?"
After asking, Ziyan fixed her gaze intently on the Supreme One above.
But just as Ziyan was intently watching the other person, the other person was also staring fixedly at her face.
After a while, Ling Zhiyuan let out a long sigh and then asked, "Of course, Your Majesty does not speak lightly! Moreover, I am the ruler of a nation; does Miss Zi think that I could fabricate something like this?"
"Uh? Oh, no, no, no, Commoner didn't mean that. It's just that Commoner really can't imagine how Your Majesty, being the exalted first person of Nanchu, could have lost his own flesh and blood back in the day."
Ziyan was momentarily astonished: if he wasn't lying, could there be another hidden story here? Did his missing child perhaps have some intricate connection with her Demonically Charming Man?
"Could you please elaborate on the circumstances and experiences of your lost son?"
Ziyan curiously pressed on with another question.
"Do you really want to know everything? Aren't you afraid of bringing disaster upon yourself?" Ling Zhiyuan knew that this girl before him was indeed his beloved child Yuxuan. If he could gain insight from her, perhaps he could achieve a perfect outcome with half the effort.
"Ah—so that's it! Then as Your Majesty wishes. If Your Majesty thinks Commoner shouldn't know, then please don't tell Commoner." Upon hearing the words 'disaster,' Ziyan decided it was better to avoid trouble.
Thus, she quickly found a way to backtrack and pretended to be deaf and mute.
"Hehehehe, Miss Zi is truly scared?" Seeing that the young girl seemed to want to retreat, Ling Zhiyuan decided to provoke her. He hoped to rekindle her curiosity and desire for knowledge.
There’s a saying in the Twenty-First Century: curiosity killed the cat. So it would be better for him to continue playing dumb and acting cute; he didn’t want to become a short-lived ghost in this life again.
Next, Ziyan hurriedly put on a silly expression: "Then forget it; Commoner shouldn't know so much detail. Commoner has elderly couple at home waiting for Commoner to go back and show filial piety, so Commoner has heavy responsibilities."
"Hahaha, I’ve heard that the leader of Heavenly Pivot Sect is exceptionally intelligent and wise. How could you really think I’m old and muddled?"
Ling Zhiyuan was amused by Ziyan's quirky expression.
"Uh? No way, the Commoner doesn't understand what the Emperor means." Ziyan continued to play dumb.
"Stop pretending, Miss Zi. I have always appreciated clever and talented young ladies. I have already had someone investigate your background thoroughly, as well as that of your fiancé. So don’t act confused in front of me anymore."
Ling Zhiyuan unhesitatingly laid the situation bare.
Left speechless, Ziyan's face turned awkward and shocked as she fell into silence, waiting for the Emperor's next move.
"I summoned you today not only to ask about the dishes but also to share a story that has been buried in my heart for over ten years."
Ling Zhiyuan suddenly changed his tone, his expression serious and solemn as he let out a long sigh, then began recounting the story of him and his lost son.
"This is a long story. Many years ago, I deeply loved a woman, and she loved me in return. However, at that time, I prioritized the Nation above all else, leading me to make a very important mistake. As a result, that woman ended up marrying a man she did not love while carrying my child. That man is my Third Prince—Ling Jianyu. In other words, the child who was taken away back then, Gu Yuxuan, is my biological son."
Buzzing—
In an instant, Ziyan felt as if she had been struck by lightning and was completely stunned; this time she was truly on the verge of losing her mind.
Going around in circles, Ziyan had already speculated about this possibility due to the bizarre plots she had seen in those dramas from the past, but she never expected it to be true.
Next, Ling Zhiyuan fell silent, a hint of sadness mixed with deep regret on his face—
And Ziyan was completely bewildered at this moment. Was she dreaming again? She instinctively pinched her thigh.
The pain was sharp and intense, reminding her that she was facing a living reality.
As for how true this gentleman's words were? Ziyan couldn't be certain, but judging by his demeanor, if it were false? It seemed quite unbelievable.
Because this is a matter concerning personal identity and reputation, how could a ruler of a nation joke with their own honor?
Ziyan was extremely speechless, but truly did not know how to respond appropriately. After serious consideration, she ultimately chose to temporarily remain silent.
"I know that when I tell you this story, you will surely look down on me from the bottom of your heart. However, I really have no other choice. My son Yuxuan must have always regarded me as his enemy. I know that Miss Zi and my son must have a special relationship; you must genuinely like each other, right?"
At this point, Ling Zhiyuan paused and let out a self-deprecating bitter laugh. Then he continued to speak to himself, "I am getting old, and I hope that in my lifetime I can still meet him and recognize him. Miss Zi, do you think I am being selfish?"
As Ziyan listened, she couldn't help but swallow hard. How was she supposed to respond to the Emperor's Son?
"It's okay; I understand that I might be a bit unrealistic. But how can I completely pretend that I do not have this son?"
The more Ling Zhiyuan spoke, the more agitated he became, and his emotions grew increasingly somber.
"Miss Zi, I have never asked anyone for help in my life. May I sincerely ask you to assist me?"
At that moment, the once lofty Supreme One seemed to have completely lost the imposing aura he had earlier. He appeared as a longing old man yearning for his son.
Ziyan's heart softened instantly, and she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sympathy for him.
Looking at the eager expectation in his eyes, Ziyan finally spoke up: "What does Your Majesty wish for me to do to assist you?"
Upon hearing Ziyan's words, Ling Zhiyuan seemed to see hope in an instant, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.
"As long as Miss Zi is willing to lend me a helping hand, I naturally have confidence and means to reunite with my son Yuxuan."
However, upon hearing Ling Zhiyuan say this, Ziyan felt an inexplicable disdain rising within her.
Based on her estimation of her Demonically Charming Man's character, the probability of him easily believing Ling Zhiyuan's one-sided claims and recognizing him was almost zero!
Not to mention whether he believed it or not, even if he did, it would be impossible for him to immediately acknowledge him. This was something that anyone would find hard to accept. The murderer who had always been identified as the one who killed his father and mother suddenly turned out to be his biological father—how could he bear such a revelation?
Thinking of this, Ziyan was immediately troubled.
Wait! Could there be another possibility? What if this whole thing was just Ling Zhiyuan making up stories, aiming to lure out Ling Yuxuan, and then allow this Supreme One to eliminate the threat completely? After that, he would have no more worries!
Ziyan repeatedly considered this in her mind while continuously observing the Supreme One before her.
However, her intuition told her that this possibility was very slim. If she couldn't get past this hurdle in her heart, then the only remaining possibility would have to be the truth.
Mama Mia! What should she do? Ziyan's heart felt as if it had been completely turned upside down in a bottle filled with mixed flavors.
All sorts of chaotic tastes flashed before her eyes, causing her great pain. It wasn't for the Supreme One in front of her, but for her own Demonically Charming Man.
“Miss Zi, if I am not mistaken, your fiancé should also be named Ling Yuxuan, right? Strictly speaking, he is actually the little Yuxuan that I have been desperately searching for over the past decade.”
At this point, Ziyan had nothing left to hide; even if she tried to conceal it further, it would be impossible.
But she couldn't just acknowledge it outright! So Ziyan could only navigate the situation by saying, “Your Majesty, this matter has come too suddenly. I wonder if Your Majesty could give me some time to let a Commoner digest this information. I cannot confirm anything because I know very little about his past.”
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