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The snow continued to fall softly.
Two exceptionally beautiful individuals stood on the rooftop, their garments fluttering in the wind.
One figure was white, and the other a light goose yellow, moving up and down, left and right, while simultaneously transforming their bodies and techniques.
Such a scene was truly breathtaking, ethereal, and beautiful—
It captivated the hidden guards around them, who couldn't help but gasp and cheer.
The two exquisite partners, like lovebirds flying together, were completely absorbed in their own world at that moment.
They were almost giving their all to welcome this "duel." The Demon Prince skillfully controlled his strength, striving to allow his Beloved One to fully engage with him. At the same time, he concealed from her that he was intentionally holding back numerous points.
He knew that only in this way could she maximize her abilities and energy. This would genuinely allow his Martial Arts and swordsmanship to improve and progress.
The Demon Prince was right! With his skills, he could easily handle his Beloved Child in just a few moves, yet he skillfully guided Ziyan, showing her hope when she lacked confidence and reigniting her fighting spirit just as she began to relax.
Thus, they practiced together for an entire morning until the snow stopped, and the sun that had been hiding behind the clouds in the west finally emerged.
Ziyan was truly exhausted and could barely hold on. Just as she felt she might fall from mid-air after an intense bout of sparring,
the Demon Prince caught her in an instant, carrying her down into the Pavilion.
Breathless and drenched in sweat, Ziyan leaned against his chest, gasping for air.
Seeing this, several attentive guards collaborated with the servants in the courtyard to bring up seven or eight large braziers from downstairs and placed them in various corners of the Pavilion.
At the same time, food and drinks were also served up.
Xuan Wang Ye gently wiped the sweat from his Beloved One's forehead with his sleeve while affectionately kissing the top of her head.
After resting for a long while, Ziyan finally began to recover. She then realized she was so hungry that it felt like her stomach was touching her back.
With a rumble coming from her stomach, Ling Yuxuan amusingly waved at Strongman Wu Xiang, who was standing by with a basin of hot water.
As Wu Xiang bent down to bring the water closer, the Demon Prince extended his hand just like last night, twisting a towel with one hand before starting to wash the small face of his Beloved One.
Once he finished, he still refused to let go of his Beloved Child. He simply carried Ziyan to the table and used his right hand to pick up a piece of good meat, feeding it directly into her mouth, leaving the surrounding guards and servants, led by Wu Xiang, speechless.
When Ziyan noticed the expressions on everyone's faces as they looked at her, she felt inexplicably embarrassed.
What is going on here! She had hands and feet; she didn't want these people to see her as some delicate young lady from a prestigious family.
So Ziyan instinctively tried to break free from her Demon Prince's embrace, but unfortunately, in the next moment, the Prince stubbornly refused to let go.
Not only did he not let go, but his left hand also intentionally tightened its grip. Ziyan turned her head and pleaded, "Can you not do this?"
"Why not? I am your husband," the Demon Prince Ling Yuxuan said without feeling that his actions were too domineering. Of course, he could pamper his woman however he wanted. Why should he care about others' opinions?
"..." The girl was left speechless.
Unable to escape, Ziyan could only reluctantly accept this reality and cooperate by opening her mouth to receive various delicacies that her Future Husband fed her.
As if that wasn't enough, the mischievous Demon Prince continued to feed them to each other, seemingly enjoying it even more! Just as Ziyan began to relax and thought to herself, "Let him be. After all, there aren't really any outsiders here."
In the next moment, the situation took an unexpected turn for Ziyan. The naughty Demon Prince boldly and provocatively placed food in his own mouth first and then leaned in to feed it to her before she even realized what was happening.
Ziyan's face instantly turned as red as fire, both embarrassed and flustered.
On this rooftop, a perfect couple was enacting an incredibly affectionate scene. Not far from them, hidden among the branches of a tall ancient tree at the corner of the courtyard wall, a man and a woman quietly watched the couple on the rooftop.
This pair was none other than Qiaoqiao, the Head Innkeeper of Drunken Immortal Residence, Qi Yu; and his younger sister Qi Jing'er, who was currently one of the top Courtesans at Qingfeng Tower.
As they witnessed the scene on the rooftop, both siblings wore extremely grim expressions. Especially Qi Jing'er, who felt an unbearable heartache in an instant but could only endure it silently.
"Brother, let's go!" After a long time of watching the two display their affection, Qi Jing'er could no longer hold back and spoke to her equally heartbroken brother Qi Yu.
"Alright!" Qi Yu's eyes were icy cold, and fortunately, the hilt of the sword he held was made of the finest rare black iron; otherwise, it would have been destroyed by his hand long ago.
Of course, he thought that no one else could see them appearing in this place.
However, life is unpredictable. Just as the siblings quietly jumped out from behind that ancient tree and over the wall of Xuan Wang Fu, Demon Prince Ling Yuxuan had already turned his gaze toward the spot where they had disappeared.
Almost simultaneously, Strongman Wu Xiang approached Ziyan and Demon Prince, bowing his head and saying to Demon Prince, "Master, they have left."
"Mm! That woman is really your Qingfeng Tower's Courtesan Qi Jing'er?" In response to Ziyan's puzzled look, Ling Yuxuan asked Strongman.
"Yes, I saw them clearly when they entered this courtyard. There is no doubt about it. Moreover, Qi Jing'er had previously inquired about you, Master. However, I had my suspicions about her identity, so I did not let her know anything she shouldn't."
"Good job, Strongman." Ling Yuxuan smiled broadly at Wu Xiang, while glancing at his confused Beloved Child in his arms and teasingly winked at her with his enchanting eyes.
This made Ziyan roll her eyes at him in frustration and pout as she asked, "What are you two playing at?"
"Hehe, Master doesn't know. Since this morning, our Xuan Wang Fu has been visited by two spies," Wu Xiang said with a grin, eager to inform her since she was still in the dark.
"Uh? Oh, who would come to spy on Xuan Wang Fu on such a cold day? Quickly tell me the details," Ziyan asked eagerly upon hearing there were intruders.
"Well—" Just as Wu Xiang was about to speak again, Demon Prince quickly interrupted him, "Enough, it's none of your business. You all can leave now."
"Yes!" Wu Xiang immediately bowed and cupped his fists in respect before leading everyone away.
"Uh? What does that mean? Why didn't you let Strongman finish?" Ziyan pouted in dissatisfaction and blinked her eyes as she asked.
"It's nothing. He doesn't need to explain; I will tell you everything myself. How about that?" Demon Prince smiled wickedly and continued, "Do you prefer hearing that big guy talk instead of me explaining things to you?"
"Hmph! Speak properly. Don't be so cryptic." Ziyan immediately caught onto the underlying meaning of his words; it seemed that her Demon Prince was jealous of that Strongman Wu Xiang!
Ziyan felt speechless, but she didn't want to waste her breath on such trivial matters.
So she immediately spoke up, "Quickly tell me who those two spies are? And why did they come here to snoop around in this cold weather so early in the morning?"
"Cough, cough! Alright, then Future Wife, listen closely!" After a pause, Demon Prince began to slowly and carefully reveal the identity of Qi Yu to the beloved child in his arms, as well as the stories of how he and Qi Yu had been close friends with Qi Jing'er during their childhood. However, he omitted the part about their elders jokingly discussing matchmaking for them back then.
Ziyan listened with great interest, especially when she heard that Qi Yu was actually the former Young Master of Hafan Kingdom; she was even more astonished!
How could she be so fortunate to encounter so many princes and heirs? Why couldn't she have transmigrated into this world as some kind of princess? That would be amazing!
But upon thinking about the Yuwen Yu siblings' plight, Ziyan felt a twinge of sympathy. "So this Head Innkeeper has such an extraordinary background. Even more pitiful is his sister, a proper Little Princess of a nation, who ended up in such dire straits that she could only enter a brothel to survive."
As Ziyan secretly lamented for the Yuwen Yu siblings, she thought about her own background in this life. In that case, being a royal princess or heir was not as good as being someone from a humble background like herself. At most, she was just poor; if someone bullied her a few times, it wouldn't matter much. She didn't have to worry every day about her life being taken away!
"Sigh—" Thinking of this, Ziyan couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"What's wrong?" Ling Yuxuan glanced at the beloved child in her arms with concern and asked.
"Fate is hard to defy! We can still be considered among the fortunate ones among the unfortunate," Ziyan immediately recalled when she first met her Demonically Charming Man, Ling Yuxuan, who was filled with a so-called mission of revenge.
If it weren't for the chance encounter with Xiang Wang Lingfeng later on, if Ling Zhiyuan hadn't approached her, and if the truth hadn't been revealed before her Demonically Charming Man, who knows what might have happened one day—a scene of parental murder committed by one's own flesh and blood that would provoke outrage from both gods and men.
If that had happened, her Demonically Charming Man would likely never be able to recover in this lifetime; he would find it hard to live freely!
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