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Suddenly, just as Ziyan stepped out, Miao'er’s gaze shifted to a sea of flowers about four or five zhang away from Ziyan.
At the same time, even Ziyan noticed a tall and slightly slender figure standing there.
Moreover, under the bright and clear moonlight, Ziyan could clearly see that the person's face was reflecting a faint yellow glow.
Upon closer inspection, wasn't that a Golden Mask? The only person she remembered who liked to wear a Golden Mask, besides her own Demonically Charming Man, was Xiang Wang Lingfeng.
Her Demonically Charming Man should be far away at home right now, so could this man wearing an almost identical Golden Mask really be Xiang Wang Lingfeng?
Ziyan silently speculated in her heart.
However, after a moment, a strong intuition told Ziyan that this person was definitely not the carefree His Highness, the King of Xiang.
The aura emanating from this person was one of unyielding determination and calmness, clearly resembling her own Demonically Charming Man. Could it be—?
“Thump!” Ziyan's heart suddenly felt an inexplicable agitation and unease.
“May I ask who this young hero is?”
Just as Ziyan's heart was in turmoil, nearly bursting from her chest, she saw Miao'er slowly walking towards the tall man wearing the Golden Mask.
At the same time, a door in the yard creaked open. When Ziyan turned to look at the sound, she was momentarily stunned.
She never dreamed that the lord, the current emperor—Ling Zhiyuan—would also appear here. Moreover, he had just come out from Miao'er’s room without even a single attendant by his side.
In the next second, Ziyan immediately realized.
It turned out that all of this was a trap set by this Emperor's Son, likely aimed at using her to draw out Ling Yuxuan.
In an instant, Ziyan felt a small surge of anger; this Emperor's Son had perfectly calculated both himself and his Demonically Charming Man.
At this moment, Ziyan could not predict what would happen next. His heart was inexplicably anxious, tangled like a ball of twine. He wanted to lift his feet and walk out of the sea of flowers, but his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, completely unable to move even a bit.
Meanwhile, Ling Zhiyuan slowly followed the direction of Miao'er's figure. Ziyan watched everything unfold before him, his mind in a haze, unable to calm down or make sense of anything.
Not far away, standing in the flower sea with a Golden Mask was Ling Yuxuan. At first, he might have only had a vague feeling that this woman in plain white clothing looked somewhat familiar.
However, as she drew closer and her features became clearer, he began to shake his head gently, disbelief and astonishment written all over his face.
At the same time, he asked the approaching woman with a slight tremor in his voice, "You... you—who are you?"
"Me? Who am I?" Miao'er’s face was suddenly filled with humiliation and resentment, but she fell silent for a moment.
She then raised her head again to stare at Ling Yuxuan not far away and spoke once more: "I am someone who once made many relatives believe I had long since died, yet I am still alive. The Emperor said I should be able to see my dearest son—Gu Yuxuan—tonight, but I have no idea what my son has grown into. Is he as tall and handsome as you?"
"Miao'er, our son—I recognize these eyes. The one who saved my life in Chu County is him—our son Ling Yuxuan."
Ling Zhiyuan could no longer contain his excitement; without waiting for Ling Yuxuan to respond, he solemnly shouted out the truth.
"You—what are you saying?" Just as Ziyan fully believed and confirmed that Ling Zhiyuan was indeed the biological father of his Demonically Charming Man, Ling Yuxuan suddenly removed his Golden Mask. At the same time, he leaped towards Ling Zhiyuan and pointed his long sword directly at Ling Zhiyuan's throat.
"Explain to me clearly what you just said!" Ling Yuxuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent and hatred.
"Yuxuan, it is your father's fault; everything is your father's fault. Even if you kill me today, I will not blame you. Because of your father's mistakes back then, our family of three was torn apart, and it has caused your mother and you to be unable to recognize each other for so many years."
Ling Zhiyuan's face was filled with regret.
"You really think I wouldn't dare—?" At this, Ling Yuxuan deliberately traced the edge of his sword lightly, and in an instant, a small cut appeared on Ling Zhiyuan's neck, with a few drops of blood immediately falling onto the blade.
"Don't, Yuxuan, he really is your biological father. I am your mother, your dear one. If we talk about the past, I have my faults too. I am sorry for what happened to the Three Princes back then; I shouldn't have chosen to marry him knowing I was pregnant with you. It was I who harmed him. He treated us well, and I am indirectly one of the culprits who caused his death. For all these years, I have missed you both every day."
Miao'er couldn't help but cry out in anguish. At the same time, she tightly wrapped her arms around Ling Yuxuan from behind, holding the waist of the son she had longed for.
"You’re lying! You’re all lying! You’re not my mother, you’re not—" Unable to face the reality, Ling Yuxuan suddenly unleashed his true energy and forcefully pushed Miao'er away.
"Yuxuan, I am your mother! I truly am your mother! I had my reasons; it wasn't that I wanted to abandon you back then—it was an emergency situation. By the time we sent someone to bring you back, you had already been taken away."
At this moment, Miao'er completely broke down, tears streaming down her face as she cried out. She wished so much for her son to recognize her now and understand her.
However—after enduring loneliness and deep hatred for over a decade, when faced with such a truth, Ling Yuxuan felt as if his heart was being torn apart with pain and disbelief.
Ling Yuxuan stopped speaking; his eyes were bloodshot. He slowly retracted the arm holding the sword and suddenly turned his gaze toward his beloved child, who was now in a daze.
He quickly rushed to Ziyan's side and wrapped his arms around Ziyan's slender waist. The two of them leaped into the air and soared onto the rooftop.
At the same time, he released the pressure points of the two guards he had previously immobilized. The four of them made their way back along the original path, but Ling Yuxuan held Ziyan tightly as he moved faster and more steadily away from the Imperial Palace Courtyard that had caused him so much sorrow.
They did not stop for even a moment. Ziyan looked at him in front of her and didn't dare to breathe. It wasn't until they returned to the rooftop of Zi Family Spiced Braise that Ling Yuxuan finally set Ziyan down.
"Brother Yuxuan! I—I didn’t know I would fall into their trap."
Ziyan didn't know how to comfort him at that moment; she could only say something offhandedly to ease her own tension.
"It’s not your fault; you are new to this world. How could you know that people could be so deceitful? It’s my mistake for involving you in this mess and almost putting you in danger!"
Ling Yuxuan let out a long sigh, but he couldn't calm his heart at all.
"No, everything has already been arranged by fate. No matter what difficulties we may encounter in the future, I do not regret sharing all of this with you."
Ziyan said this while extending her hands and embracing her Demonically Charming Man from behind.
Ling Yuxuan instinctively wanted to turn around to respond, but was held in place by Ziyan, who said, "Don't move, let me just hold you like this." "Okay." Ling Yuxuan gently nodded. Then he stood still, allowing Ziyan to tightly embrace his waist.
This continued for a long time.
Finally, Ziyan, feeling somewhat fatigued, loosened her grip. Ling Yuxuan also withdrew his thoughts and slowly turned around, lifting Beloved Child into a princess carry.
Then, he leaped through the window into Ziyan's room on the third floor and gently placed her on the bed. He then lay down beside her fully clothed.
"Are you going to tell Master and Mo Old Man about this?" After a while, Ziyan tentatively asked.
Silence! Ziyan was met with Ling Yuxuan's silence in response.
She knew that at this moment, Ling Yuxuan's heart must be like a sea ravaged by a hurricane; no matter how much he wanted to calm down in such a short time, it would be impossible.
He needed time—more time. Rather than letting him suffer in the capital, it was better to take him away from here to prevent him from reminiscing about the past.
But she had promised to organize a birthday banquet for the Emperor's Son. Did she have a good way to handle it?
Thus, Ziyan fell into deep thought.
After a cup of tea's time passed, Ziyan pondered and contemplated until she finally came up with a good plan: she would prepare the hot pot ingredients in advance and teach the Executive Chef from the Zi Family Spiced Braise how to rehydrate those dried ingredients. She would carefully write down the amount of alkali needed and create a detailed list for him to take full responsibility.
She believed that with his intelligence and capability, there should not be any major issues. The results would surely be more than enough to satisfy those so-called foodies of ancient times.
With this thought in mind, Ziyan felt confident that she could accomplish this efficiently. She could then safely accompany her Demonically Charming Man away from the capital; she had little interest in the capital or the palace.
Thinking of this, Ziyan immediately made a decision about everything.
Next, neither of them felt sleepy. Ziyan simply took a wild pearl out of her cabinet and placed it on top of the lamp on the table.
Suddenly, the room became as bright as day. Ziyan quickly began to write a list of all the ingredients and quantities needed for the hot pot.
She then noted which items could be picked up from the Imperial Kitchen, which ones she would prepare herself, and how to use the mandarin duck hot pot brought from Chu County. She detailed the choices and combinations for the dipping sauces, writing everything meticulously.
In the end, she filled eight large sheets of paper. Ling Yuxuan then gathered his thoughts and came to Ziyan's side, casually picking up a sheet of paper to read carefully.
"Let's leave this place early and return to Chu County. I've thought it through; I'll hand all these matters over to the Executive Chef here and let him take my place in the palace to host the birthday banquet for that lord."
After saying this, Ziyan, whose neck was slightly sore, sat back in her seat and stretched lazily, turning her neck a few times.
"You've thought it all out?" Ling Yuxuan fixed his gaze on this beloved child who knew him best.
"Yes, I've thought it through. My Executive Chef has gained fame; he is someone I taught. He is one of my trained Death Warriors. The reputation of Zi Family Spiced Braise is growing, and that is also part of my enterprise. What do I have to worry about?"
Ziyan smiled sweetly; she understood what Ling Yuxuan meant.
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