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At this moment, Ziyan couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions, her heart tumultuous like raging waves that were hard to calm!
Who was it that said people could defy fate? What a load of nonsense; countless climbers had left their bones buried along this path! Although a person's birth may not completely determine their future, those who can fight against fate and conquer the heavens are indeed few and far between.
Her story with the Demonically Charming Man had taken a complete 180-degree turn! She had always thought he was the enemy responsible for her parents' deaths. After years of turmoil and hatred, it turned out that this enemy was actually her biological father.
Thus, the so-called blood feud from the past crumbled in an instant, and her revenge plan was declared over before it even began. This was truly the most cliché plot twist imaginable!
However, the fate of the Yuwen Yu Siblings surely could not have such a dramatic reversal as well, right? Ziyan mused quietly to herself, naturally doubting that fate could have so many coincidences.
In this case, she and her own Demon Prince would likely need to lend a hand to the siblings! Whether as friends or as fellow disciples of the Heavenly Pivot Sect, it was certainly worth discussing.
Of course! The premise was that she needed to ensure her own Monster had enough ability to assist the Yuwen Yu Siblings before taking action.
Moreover, she clearly heard from her own Demon Prince's words that he still cared for the Yuwen Yu Siblings, indicating that the bonds from back then still existed in their hearts.
But if that were true, why didn't they just appear before her openly and honestly? Why did they have to choose such a sneaky way to observe her and her Demon Prince?
After pondering for a long time, Ziyan suddenly had a peculiar thought: Qi Yu—no, Yuwen Yu—would usually appear grandly before her and her Demonically Charming Man. So why go through all this trouble and sneak around?
This meant that the one wanting to secretly observe her and the Demon Prince must be Yuwen Yu's sister—Yuwen Jing.
If she acted this way, there could only be one possibility. Ziyan felt a sudden realization: Yuwen Jing must have long harbored feelings for her Demon Prince. Yes! It had to be that way.
"Hmph! Looks like this Yuwen Jing is not simple at all! Tsk tsk!" With this thought in mind, Ziyan deliberately elongated her tone as if talking to herself.
"What?" The Demon Prince instinctively frowned and then glanced warily at Ziyan in his arms. "Are you implying something?"
"Well! What do you think?" Ziyan thought to herself: If that Monster dared to fool me, I would definitely make him pay.
Immediately, Ziyan decisively took action: "Some things are better addressed directly!"
"Uh?" Demon Prince Ling Yuxuan still intended to play dumb and muddle through.
"Stop pretending. Tell me about the matter between you and that Courtesan Yuwen Jing. If you don't speak up, I will definitely have someone investigate." Dead Monster, it seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, Ziyan thought to herself while reminding him directly.
"Hahaha—did you discover this? Not bad, future Wife!" In the next moment, Ling Yuxuan burst into laughter.
"Don't laugh! Speak up." Ziyan insisted firmly, urging the Demon Prince again.
"Alright, alright—oh you! Well then, I will tell you everything about this little jealous girl." The Demon Prince finally stopped laughing and decided to share what he originally thought was trivial with his Beloved One.
To avoid her overthinking, as it would be extremely troublesome if a woman started to suspect things. Ling Yuxuan couldn't help but complain in his heart!
Thus, the utterly helpless Demon Prince Ling Yuxuan had no choice but to honestly recount the incident from over a decade ago when at Yuwen Yu's eighth birthday party, the elders, having drunk too much and feeling excited, casually suggested a betrothal between him and Yuwen Jing.
After hearing her Demonically Charming Man recount those old stories without reservation, Ziyan felt much more at ease. However, with her unique female intuition, she was still very certain that Yuwen Jing had never given up on her Future Husband.
Thinking of this, Ziyan suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of tension arise within her.
As soon as this feeling emerged, Ziyan immediately pouted and cupped the Prince's face with both hands, gazing intently into his eyes.
"You must be honest from now on. You are not allowed to flirt outside. As for whether you can help those siblings when necessary, you must consult me in advance. Most importantly, you cannot meet her alone; otherwise, I will personally take care of you," Ziyan threatened fiercely. Her angry breath made the Demon Prince's face flush.
At the same time, Ling Yuxuan could only helplessly close his eyes. What could he do when faced with such a little thing that made him feel both love and frustration? He had to endure!
However, when he thought about how his beloved person cared so much about him, a smile blossomed on his face—this was the flower of happiness!
Ziyan looked at his beaming face, and with her usual wisdom and sharpness, she instantly understood the source of his smile!
At that moment, Ziyan displayed an expression she had never shown before, glancing around with a somewhat mischievous look, observing her surroundings. After confirming that no one was watching them, she boldly cupped Prince's face in her hands and gave him a passionate kiss.
Initially taken aback, Prince quickly realized what was happening and responded enthusiastically, transforming from passive to active.
Thus, it was easy to imagine that what followed was a lingering kiss filled with deep affection and an overwhelming sense of entanglement.
After a long while, Ziyan concluded that regardless of whether she was passive or active, in the end, it was she who first begged for mercy.
Oh, the woes of life! A Monster is still a Monster.
For some reason, this time Ziyan felt a strange sensation rising from deep within her soul. Strictly speaking, after their intimate act ended, her body began to experience the same kind of unfulfilled desire as his.
Now, Ziyan was already a seventeen-year-old girl. With winter passing, her eighteenth birthday and the promise that came with it drew ever closer.
Once a petite girl mocked by a certain Demonic Beautiful Youth, she had now transformed into a curvaceous young woman standing at the standard height of 1.65 meters. Her skin was as smooth and fair as a freshly peeled boiled egg.
Every time she encountered the vigorous Demon Prince, he found himself forced to endure for the sake of his beloved.
At this point, Ziyan had met all the basic physical indicators required for becoming someone’s Future Wife. It was no wonder that every time she got close to the Demonically Charming Man, an inexplicable desire for further intimacy arose within her.
Sometimes, Ziyan could only helplessly blush at this peculiar feeling from deep within her soul. This indescribable urge felt like the naive stirrings of youth, often leaving her speechless.
However, her mind would remind her not to cross any boundaries; as a girl, she must save the most beautiful moments for the wedding night.
Yet this primal impulse was something Ziyan dared not easily share with her Demon Prince. What he did not know was that Ziyan was secretly preparing for her eighteenth birthday and perhaps for that indescribable moment to come.
Every time Ziyan thinks about what might happen on that day, she can't help but feel her face flush and a strange excitement swell in her heart.
"Future Wife, after this winter, in six months you will turn eighteen. You will truly become my Future Wife," the Demon Prince whispered into Ziyan's ear while tracing his finger along her fair neck.
At that moment, Ziyan entered a semi-conscious state, her heart racing and her mind clouded with confusion. The warm breath from someone nearby brushed against her earlobe, sending waves of excitement and impulse through her.
Her half-conscious mind questioned: How strange! Isn't this Monster just like me, inexperienced in matters of love? How does he know how to tease and provoke me like this?
Realizing this, Ziyan suddenly decided she needed to understand the reason behind it all.
In the next second, the doubts that surged within her jolted Ziyan out of that intoxicating state, and she forcefully pushed away the Demon Prince's wandering hand.
"What's wrong?" the Demon Prince asked gently, still reluctant to let go of Ziyan.
However, Ziyan had already anticipated this and quickly escaped nearly ten feet away. She then sat down in front of an ancient guqin and said, "Didn't you promise to teach me how to play? Can you teach me now?"
"Uh? Ah—" the unsatisfied Demon Prince could only lean back and let out a long sigh as a form of release.
Ziyan remained silent, casually strumming the strings of the guqin. She was waiting for her Demonically Charming Man to emerge from his whirlpool of unfulfilled desires. Then he could calmly teach her how to play the guqin. As for his little secrets, she would naturally uncover them when he relaxed.
Thus, the formal lesson began.
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