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Given the previous inexplicable restlessness and excitement, Ling Yuxuan covered the still bright Night Pearl in the room with a dark-colored scarf.
Then, she picked up an extra blanket and quietly, tiptoeing, got up from the inner room. When she arrived in the outer room, she directly made her way to the Imperial Couch and fell asleep.
The next day.
Ziyan, who was still sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a tickle in her nose.
She woke up.
Opening her eyes, she saw her Demon Prince bending down with a feather in hand, the tip of the feather just inches away from her nose.
No wonder her nose was itchy; it turned out someone was deliberately teasing her.
"Annoying!" Ziyan remembered that she actually had important matters to attend to. After rolling her eyes at the man, she immediately stretched and got out of bed.
After a simple tidying up of her clothes, when she sat at the vanity to prepare to comb her hair, the Demon Prince had already taken the ivory comb from the vanity before her.
Ziyan looked up in surprise at the reflection of the man behind her in the mirror. In the next moment, he began to gently comb her smooth Azure Long Hair with delicate movements.
Ziyan smiled as she continued to watch herself and him in the mirror, remaining silent and feeling immensely happy!
"You should put on some light makeup; let me take care of you this morning," the Demon Prince suggested calmly as he noticed Ziyan looking at him with a smile.
"Sure! But if you make me look so exquisite, aren't you afraid I'll attract other men's attention?" Ziyan deliberately poked at his most sensitive spot.
"It's fine; my identity can now be seen openly, so I'm not afraid of others' provocations. I can boldly stay by your side; let's see who dares to come closer! I will handle those wolves and tigers in countless ways. Just watch!" The Demon Prince calmly expressed his current feelings, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes at the end.
Oh? So that's how it is. No wonder this Monster had never encouraged her to dress up nicely before.
"Well then, you won't get tired of staying with me every day?" Ziyan asked playfully.
"No! Never in my life." The Demon Prince said seriously and earnestly.
"Oh! Well, let's wait and see." Ziyan appeared sulky on the surface, but inside she was sweetly overjoyed.
"Do not doubt This King's sincere devotion to my Future Wife. In this life, I will have only one wife, and even after death, we must be buried together." The Demon Prince's expression became even more serious at this point, startling Ziyan so much that she didn't dare to breathe heavily. She could only lower her head and softly respond with an "Oh!" before falling silent.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the room became solemn and quiet. The Demon Prince patiently began to gently comb the hair of his beloved girl.
After a long while.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling pressured?" The prince was the first to break the silence.
"Uh? Oh, no." Ziyan replied somewhat dazedly.
"Then why are you so silent?" The Demon Prince continued to ask.
"Ah—heh heh, I'm so touched!" Ziyan suddenly came to her senses and smiled brightly.
At the same time, a rosy blush spread across her face.
"Then will you remember This King's words firmly in your heart from now on?" The Demon Prince pressed on with a deep and imposing voice.
"Uh? Mmm mmm mmm—" Ziyan inexplicably nodded obediently, quickly bobbing her head like a chick pecking at grains.
"And also, you are not allowed to say anything that questions your husband's loyalty in the future."
"Uh? What will happen if I do?" Ziyan asked innocently, looking up.
"If you say it again, I will spank you until your bottom blooms!" The prince's eyes flashed with a cold glint.
"Oh—Tyrant!" Ziyan certainly did not forget the scene from years ago when she had been spanked by a certain Demon Prince. Thus, she murmured the next two words softly.
"Hmph! That's why you need to remember!" The Demon Prince guessed that she must not have forgotten that incident, so he sincerely advised her.
After a while, with a voice saying, "Alright, take a good look at my skills,"
Ziyan turned to the brass mirror and carefully examined the exquisite lady-like hairstyle that the prince had styled for her. To be honest, she never imagined that he had such talent; otherwise, she would have had him attend to her hair long ago.
However, when Ziyan picked up a small mirror to check the back of her head, she felt a bit strange as to why he had twisted all her hair into a bun.
As far as she remembered, only married women would style their hair like that. But it looked quite nice. Could it be that she was overthinking? Oh well, as long as it looked good, why think too much about it!
So Ziyan decided not to delve deeper into her thoughts. It was fine this way! She didn't want to accidentally hurt the little heart of a certain Prince again; hadn't she just reminded herself to remember?
To be honest, after being in this Otherworld for so long, she still wasn't very skilled at styling ancient hairstyles. They always ended up looking rough. If it weren't for the maidservants later on, who knows how much embarrassment she would have faced!
"Dare I ask how many more skills you have yet to show your future wife?" Ziyan suddenly asked with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"There are many; throughout this life, you will slowly discover them," the Demon Prince replied without hesitation.
"Oh! Like what?" Ziyan's curiosity was piqued.
"Like Child's Skill," the Demon Prince answered smoothly as usual.
"Uh? What is Child's Skill?" Ziyan's expression resembled that of a curious child.
"Do you want to try it?" Suddenly, without Ziyan fully grasping the situation, the Demon Prince leaned down and whispered in her ear.
Ziyan tilted her head and pondered for a moment. She quickly realized that he was openly teasing and flirting with her.
Thinking about his words just now, Ziyan's face turned as red as a lantern.
"Go, hurry up. Thank you for everything you have done for this Sect Leader, I am very satisfied. There are still important matters to attend to, no need to dawdle here," Ziyan ordered angrily.
"This King is your husband, not your subordinate. It won't work to order me around, and there's no need to rush through this day. Why don't we talk more about what constitutes a Child's Skill?" The Demon Prince seemed like a rogue at this moment, teasing her with words and even leaning down to throw an extremely wicked glance at his Beloved Child.
Ziyan felt like crying without tears, wishing she could bite him. However, that was just a thought; recalling how he almost lost control last night made her hesitate.
She understood in her heart that in this era, she was already considered an adult. Especially now that all her troubles had passed, he probably couldn't wait to consummate their marriage. So she decided that she absolutely could not provoke him again!
Thus, Ziyan could only suppress the frustration in her heart, fearing that it would ignite the flames of his unfulfilled desires once more.
After a moment, once Ziyan had finished washing up and applied some simple lip balm, she was pulled down to sit again by the man, her eyes wide open as she wondered what he would do next.
Then she saw him take an ancient eyebrow pencil that resembled a traditional Chinese painting brush and begin to gently stroke and draw on her eyebrows, which were not particularly light.
His movements were quick and delicate. If she hadn't been paying close attention, she would hardly have felt anything at all!
After finishing her eyebrows with fluid motions, he picked up some Crimson Paper and gently pressed it against Ziyan's lips. He seemed to playfully blow a few breaths onto the Crimson Paper through his own lips until he felt the color had blended with the skin of her lips before removing it.
"Done! You can take a look now. A truly good makeup must have that subtle feeling!" The Demon Prince said as he crossed his arms over his chest and took two steps back, nodding in self-satisfaction.
Ziyan could only shake her head helplessly and looked into the mirror again; it really was as he said—if one didn't look closely, it felt like she hadn't put on any makeup at all.
"Pretty good! I didn't expect you to understand these things about girls," Ziyan couldn't help but exclaim.
"Hmph—are you surprised by your husband's skills?" The Demon Prince boasted proudly.
"May I ask, Future Husband, who taught you these skills?" Ziyan asked smoothly.
"Of course, it was when I was young with Mother..." At this point, a certain prince suddenly realized that he had unintentionally started reminiscing about the past. He let out a long sigh, "When I was young, I even drew her eyebrows; she taught me how to do it."
After saying this, the two fell into a moment of contemplation.
"Then, after some time, we should find a way to see her. Actually, after all these years, I think her life on the surface has been worry-free in terms of food and clothing, but mentally, it may not be any better. Being confined in such a small courtyard for so many years is like being a canary without freedom. So in the future, if she is willing, we will bring her here. Of course, if she doesn't want to, then that is understandable. After all, she... they are considered a couple."
This time, Ziyan cautiously spoke first.
Staring! The Demon Prince fixed an indescribable gaze on Ziyan.
Uh? What kind of reaction is this? However, Ziyan maintained a calm smile.
After a long while, the Demon Prince finally replied, "Let's go; the servants have already brought the food downstairs."
"Uh? Oh." The topic had jumped so far away; however! Ziyan didn't feel it was appropriate to comment further. She obediently followed him out of the room and just as they stepped out the door, they ran into Ziying, who was also coming to find them.
"Sister, did you sleep well yesterday?" Ziyan asked her only sister with concern.
"Mm, quite well," Ziying replied very succinctly.
"Good! If you need anything in the future, just tell the servants," Ziyan recalled how her sister must have many uncertainties and needs since she had just arrived.
"Mm, I understand," Ziying nodded again to show that she understood.
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