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Moments later, everyone had no choice but to rise together.
"There is no need for that. Please, sit down quickly. At this moment, I am not some lofty emperor, but merely your relative and friend," Ling Zhiyuan said with a slight smile at the crowd.
He continued, "I wonder if you could also provide a few more chairs for me and my other two children to join you. I have heard that this New Year's Eve dinner has been carefully prepared by Yan'er, and I would like to taste it with everyone. Is that possible?"
"Uh? Of course! Guests from afar are all welcome. Yan'er will go with Sister to find some chairs for our guests," Ziyan immediately broke the eerie silence that had fallen over the room with her clear voice.
She then took Ziying's hand and went to find chairs in the room.
"Yes, Xiaoyan is indeed generous! My child is truly fortunate," Ling Zhiyuan remarked as he watched Ziyan and Ziying leave to find chairs for them. He then turned back to glance at his seventh son, Ling Yuxuan, who had yet to openly acknowledge his identity.
"My Yan'er is right; all guests are honored. Since you have come, please take a seat, esteemed guest," Ling Yuxuan said calmly as he stood up and offered his seat to Ling Zhiyuan.
"Ah! Hahaha, good! Then I shall graciously accept," Ling Zhiyuan replied, no longer pretending to refuse, and directly took the seat that Ling Yuxuan had vacated.
When Ziyan and Ziying returned with the chairs, they saw that the Emperor's Son was already seated upright in the main position.
Smart as she was, Ziyan immediately noticed the subtle dynamics at play; it seemed that this father-son duo was on the verge of reconciling their past grievances!
Next, everyone quickly adjusted their positions to make room for three more chairs.
Once everyone was seated again, unfortunately, the previous lively and harmonious atmosphere had long since dissipated.
What followed was an awkward tension that filled the air. Ling Zhiyuan was well aware of it but pretended to be oblivious, maintaining an elegant demeanor while displaying a kind and approachable smile toward everyone.
In fact, among all present, the most embarrassed were none other than Qin Ming, Old Man Mo, and Miao'er.
Old Man Mo and Qin Ming were once the most loyal subordinates of Ling Jianyu. They had spent over a decade plotting to kill Ling Zhiyuan.
However, the final outcome took an unexpected and dramatic turn that completely caught them off guard. They never imagined they would end up sharing a table with this man and celebrating New Year's Eve together.
At this moment, both of them felt an indescribable bitterness in their hearts. For the sake of their beloved disciple and the well-being of the world, they willingly transformed their hostility into harmony.
Yet every time they thought of Ling Jianyu, a twinge of guilt would arise within them.
As they raised their glasses and enjoyed their drinks, the atmosphere was lively.
"I know my arrival today has caught everyone off guard. I have lived a life on the battlefield, and many days in the past are hard to look back on. But only today do I truly feel at home. Thank you all, I raise my glass to you," Ling Zhiyuan said, slightly emotional as he stood up straight and filled his own cup. He then raised his glass with both hands to toast everyone.
"Cheers!" Ziyan quickly raised her glass to join in, worried about any awkward silence.
"Cheers!" At the same time, the princess and Ling Feng also raised their glasses in response.
Naturally, everyone else had to stand up to accept this fine wine personally offered by the Emperor.
The feast that night was incredibly lavish. There were cold dishes and hot dishes, a variety of barbecues and pan-fried delicacies, truly catering to everyone's tastes.
However, in order to ensure that her subordinates and servants who had worked hard for a long time could enjoy this New Year's Eve happily and freely, she did not ask anyone to serve her. Almost everything was handled by her and her sister personally.
She and her sister served tea and water for everyone; when the dishes cooled down, she would pull her sister along to reheat them for everyone. As the night grew late, they prepared various barbecues for everyone.
This was the most precious and happiest New Year's Eve of her life. Ziyan told herself that she must ensure her family and loved ones enjoyed their meal and drinks to the fullest.
However, the arrival of the Emperor's Son was truly unexpected for her, and this time he came with great sincerity.
As the Supreme One of the lofty Nanchu Kingdom, he actually lowered himself to leave behind all the beautiful concubines in the palace and many princes and grandsons to travel all the way to such a remote County Town.
Not to mention how many people in the palace must have felt disappointed, but just the journey itself must have involved countless dangers!
Thinking of this, Ziyan couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for him, while also increasing her respect for him.
The New Year's banquet continued until after midnight, and another hour passed. Ziying, Zhou, and Miao'er began to feel tired and went back to their rooms to rest.
Seeing the somewhat intoxicated Emperor, Ziyan had no choice but to call her Demon Prince over. The two discussed how to accommodate this Supreme One.
However, just after they left, one person sitting around the Stone Table, Ling Yuxuan, suddenly raised his glass again to toast Old Man Mo and Qin Ming.
"Mo Divine Doctor, General Qin, I am grateful for your care of Yuxuan over the years. I also want to thank you for prioritizing the greater good of the country and its people over seeking revenge against me. I know I owe my younger brother an apology; all these years I have only focused on revitalizing the Nanchu Kingdom to ease my conscience. Thank you both; I will drink this as a gesture of respect!"
After speaking, Ling Zhiyuan downed his drink in one go.
Old Man Mo and Qin Ming exchanged glances in silence for a long time. Finally, under Ling Zhiyuan's expectant gaze, they resolutely lifted their glasses and drank them down as well.
In an instant, a different look of relief appeared on Ling Zhiyuan's face.
When Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan finished their discussion and returned from the backyard to the Courtyard, Ling Zhiyuan also stood up and calmly asked Ziyan and his seventh son, "I am tired; how do you plan to accommodate an uninvited guest like me?"
"This Yard is quite small and easily noticeable. Yan'er can only send you along with the princess and His Highness, the King of Xiang to the Drunken Immortal Residence's top-level Guest Room. How about that?" Ziyan quickly replied.
"Hehe! Alright, then I will follow Yan'er's arrangement," Ling Zhiyuan nodded and smiled in response.
Seeing that Ling Zhiyuan had no objections, Ziyan nodded as well. "Then, let's send you all over there first."
Thus, Ziyan led everyone to swiftly escort the Emperor, Princess Ling Yuer, and Xiang Wang Lingfeng to the Drunken Immortal Residence, arranging for them to stay in the best Guest Rooms on the top floor.
Afterward, he added several dozen well-fed guards to remain hidden in various inconspicuous corners of the Drunken Immortal Residence, ensuring the safety of this highest-ranking official of the Nanchu Kingdom.
Just as Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan were about to leave, that gentleman unexpectedly walked out of his room and called out to his seventh son, "Yuxuan, I admit that for this Supreme Position, I have indeed wronged some people. However, at that time, I had my own unavoidable difficulties."
At this point, a sense of helplessness was written all over Ling Zhiyuan's face as he looked up at the sky.
He then slowly expressed what he had been holding back for many years, something he wanted to say to his son: "I'm sorry, Yuxuan. If I have wronged anyone in this life, it is you. If I have one greatest wish in this life, it is to hope for your forgiveness while I am still alive. Yuxuan, no matter how long you make me wait in the future, I will wait for you until the day you call me 'Father Emperor.'"
In this emotional scene, Ziyan was left speechless and could only steal a glance at her beloved Demonically Charming Man.
Unfortunately, after listening to his biological father's heartfelt words, Demonically Charming Man Ling Yuxuan remained with his eyes slightly narrowed and did not respond at all.
Once Ling Zhiyuan finished speaking from his heart, he immediately pulled his beloved woman and headed downstairs without looking back.
When Ziyan inadvertently turned around for one last glance at the Supreme One, she suddenly realized that this once lofty favored child had tears welling up in his eyes.
Ziyan couldn't help but wonder: Were those tears of regret or tears of sorrow?
There is no answer! Ziyan also cannot figure it out, because perhaps only that Supreme favored child can distinguish it.
Thus, after leaving the Drunken Immortal Residence, Ziyan shook her head vigorously. Then she forcefully exhaled the turbid and stagnant air in her heart, instantly feeling much lighter and more relaxed.
This New Year's Eve, Ziyan originally thought it would be the most relaxed and happiest one since her crossing.
However, she did not expect that at the moment everyone was most relaxed, such a person would arrive, which directly led to a sharp decline in the previously harmonious atmosphere, even plunging into bouts of gloom and melancholy.
After parting with Old Man Mo and Qin Ming, Ziyan still had no intention of sleeping with her Demon Prince. So she simply jumped onto the roof, nestled against the beam, and silently looked up at the sky.
After a long time.
“If one day we must leave this world first, I hope that person will definitely be me,” Ziyan said softly while gazing at the vast sky.
Unexpectedly, just as Ziyan finished expressing her wish, Ling Yuxuan immediately looked at her gently.
After staring for a while, he finally spoke: “Silly girl, didn’t you tell me many years ago? Not asking to be born in the same year and month, but hoping to die in the same year and month! If that day really comes, This King will never let you leave alone.”
“Do you really think so? Then if you leave first, I won’t let you go alone either,” Ziyan said with wide eyes fixed on her Demonically Charming Man. Then she continued, “Let’s make a pinky promise, okay?”
“Okay!” Ling Yuxuan still wore an extremely gentle smile as he looked at his Beloved Child. He then extended one hand to make a solemn pinky promise with Ziyan's other hand.
At the same time, they almost simultaneously looked at each other and said in unison: “Not asking to be born in the same year and month, but hoping to die in the same year and month!”
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