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“Future Husband, I understand what you mean. This is exactly the question I've been pondering for a while. However, right now, my mother will definitely find it hard to accept all at once, so we can only wait a bit longer. When the time is right, we will think of a way to bring them together.”
Ziyan expressed her thoughts in one breath.
“Of course, as long as Future Wife says the word, I would go through fire and water for Future Wife without hesitation.”
Demon Prince immediately made a solemn vow.
“Alright, who said anything about going through fire and water? Your life belongs to me, Ziyan, so you must live well for me.”
Ziyan raised her hand to cover his alluring lips.
“Mmm mmm mmm!”
Demon Prince mumbled incoherently for a while, then took her small hand and gently kissed it, saying, “I will definitely live well for Future Wife.”
In an instant, Ziyan blushed again.
After kissing Beloved Child's small hand, Demon Prince gently stroked Beloved's delicate face, which was as white as jade. He then caressed her beautifully shaped eyebrows and couldn't help but lean down to kiss her smooth forehead.
He continued to slide down and kissed her beautiful and lively eyes, then moved down to her rosy cheeks. Finally, he did not stop there and continued kissing until his sensual lips landed on Beloved Child's soft and fragrant lips.
As their lips and tongues intertwined deeper and deeper, the kiss became increasingly irresistible. They indulged in each other until their souls seemed to be lost in the moment, almost unable to extricate themselves.
Perhaps this was the most primal form of desire. Just before the point of suffocation, Ziyan forcefully turned her head away.
However—how could Demon Prince, who was caught up in the moment, let it end like that? He proceeded to kiss along Beloved Child's jawline to her ear and then down to her neck.
The girl in Demon Prince's arms was teased into breathlessness, gasping for air, feeling an indescribable longing rising from deep within her soul.
This kind of desire cannot be described in concrete language; one can only feel that in such an intimate kiss and caress, their entire being seems to rest on boundless clouds, immersed in the chaos of passion...
Under the further exploration and the instinctive temptation and drive, the Demon Prince's hand boldly reached again to touch that long-desired sacred place.
Suddenly, Ziyan jolted awake. Her previously half-closed eyes flew open, and she blurted out two words: "No."
At the same time, Ziyan tightly grasped the hand that was incessantly caressing her sacred place.
In a tone almost pleading, she softly uttered, "Not yet, just wait a little longer! Please, just give it some more time..."
"Yan'er! I’m really struggling to hold back; you just..."
The Demon Prince looked even more pitiful, his blood-red eyes gazing longingly at the Beloved Child before him, who had an innate allure that was utterly irresistible to him.
For a moment, Ziyan couldn't bear to look directly at him and pressed her head tightly against his neck, while her left hand firmly held onto his restless hand that lingered on her sacred place, preventing any further movement.
She self-reproachfully said, "I'm sorry; blame me! Perhaps we shouldn't always be so close together; maybe then you wouldn't feel this way."
As soon as she spoke those words, the Demon Prince no longer seemed intent on making things difficult for her. He immediately released his hands that had been so eager for further action and turned his body over to lie flat against the ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh.
"I'm sorry!"
Ziyan watched her unsatisfied beloved, her heart softening instantly.
After a long while, Ziyan cautiously lay on her side, secretly observing the Demon Prince and noticed that the fire of desire within him was gradually diminishing.
Thus, Ziyan's previously anxious heart quickly regained its calm and tranquility. Unable to help herself, she gently said, "Thank you!"
"Chuckle..."
For some reason, the Demon Prince let out a chuckle. He then turned to face the Beloved Child.
Their eyes met, and the Demon Prince gently caressed the Beloved Child's small face, as white as congealed fat, with a touch of affection. He said, not entirely sincerely, with a hint of teasing and complaint, "You little pest!"
"Uh?..."
Upon hearing this, Ziyan silently smiled faintly at him.
"Sleep now!"
After staring at the Beloved Child for a while longer, the Demon Prince finally said the two words that Ziyan wanted to hear most at that moment—sleep.
In the next second, Ziyan smiled even sweeter and more brightly, as if she had heard a pardon. She then covered her mouth and let out a long yawn.
The Demon Prince smiled affectionately at the Beloved Child again and said, "Silly girl!"
"Oh!"
Ziyan finally pouted at him and then instinctively turned to face the wall, closing her eyes peacefully, waiting to fall asleep.
...
The next day, it was nearly noon.
Ziyan woke up from her deep slumber. As she opened her eyes, she saw her Demon Prince leaning against the edge of the bed, looking serious and intently watching her.
"What's wrong? Do I look bad when I sleep?"
Ziyan was slightly taken aback, wondering if her sleeping posture was indeed very unattractive.
"Well, a bit. You're even drooling quite a lot!"
The Demon Prince answered Ziyan's question with an extremely serious expression.
"Uh? Really?"
Ziyan was so shocked that she quickly raised her right hand and wiped the corners of her mouth from left to right, finding no evidence of the long drool that the Demon Prince claimed she had.
"Ha—so silly, I was just teasing you. How could you fall for that!"
After saying this, the Demon Prince made a face that seemed incredulous and then shook his head with a wry smile.
"That's annoying!"
Realizing she had been played by the Monster in front of her, Ziyan looked quite frustrated.
"Alright, it's getting late. Both of our mothers have already sent someone to bring breakfast and washing water, so get up."
The Demon Prince rolled out of bed and then turned back to urge Beloved Child to get moving. At the same time, he extended his large hand to help her up.
"Oh!"
After a soft "oh," Ziyan immediately took hold of his strong hand and easily sat up on the edge of the bed with his assistance. She then stretched her body and walked towards the washstand to start washing up.
After breakfast, the two of them intimately walked down the stairs hand in hand.
Facing the various and even peculiar gazes of the crowd, they approached the Stone Table, where Ling Zhiyuan, the Supreme One, was currently playing chess with Old Man Mo, the old Divine Doctor. Qin Ming and Xiang Wang Lingfeng were sitting nearby, savoring fragrant tea while silently observing the game.
Both Ling Zhiyuan and Old Man Mo wore extremely focused and serious expressions, causing Ziyan to involuntarily swallow hard.
It was rare for her two masters to be able to understand and forgive the mistakes made by the Current Emperor in the past. Even more remarkable was that they not only managed to put aside their grievances but could also coexist peacefully with this Supreme One and engage in a game of chess.
Taking a step back allows for a broader perspective! The rights and wrongs of those years have become a distant past. Now, her two masters have completely transformed their enmity with the current emperor into peace. In this regard, her masters are no longer just ordinary magnanimous individuals; they are a fortune for the nation! Heroes among men!
The common people of the entire Nanchu Kingdom know that since Ling Zhiyuan ascended to the throne, he has always prioritized the country and its citizens! Under his diligent governance over these years, the current Nanchu Kingdom is thriving and peaceful, with citizens generally content in their lives. The people widely acknowledge that Ling Zhiyuan is arguably the best ruler dedicated to governance and caring for his subjects in nearly two hundred years.
If such a good ruler were to disappear, the country would naturally face turmoil, and the people would once again fall into deep suffering. Compared to that, what does a small grudge matter?
Thus, even if revenge were taken, it would hold no significance for the country or its people. Moreover, the avenger might end up being condemned by society as a petty person who only cares about personal gains and losses.
It is feared that even their former master, whom they had sworn loyalty to, would be mentioned again by the suffering populace due to unrest, thereby earning eternal infamy. If that were to happen, what meaning would revenge hold?
After careful consideration, they chose to set aside their small grievances against their deceased master in order to fulfill the wishes of all the common people! This led to today’s scene of harmony and peace.
Thinking of this, Ziyan couldn't help but cast a gaze filled with admiration and respect towards her two heroic masters who could embrace all living beings.
Especially when she saw Qin Ming, who had once dominated the battlefield and killed countless enemies, and had been honored as a mighty general.
He had devoted himself loyally to his great master by taking care of the ‘young master’ in anonymity, steadfastly residing deep in the mountains. For over a decade, he had forsaken his own desires without complaint while raising the ‘young master’ into adulthood.
Just thinking about having such loyal and righteous masters who possess great love for their people filled Ziyan's heart with an overwhelming sense of pride!
Then, Ziyan looked around in search of the figures of those women, but there was no trace of them.
Ziyan squinted slightly, yet instinctively felt an unusually fiery and resentful gaze fixed upon him. Following that gaze, he saw that it came from Xiang Wang Lingfeng.
Ziyan immediately averted his gaze, pretending not to notice, and then asked his master Qin Ming in a clear and bright voice, "Master, do you know where my two mothers are?"
Qin Ming paused for a moment, slightly taken aback. Once he realized what was happening, he smiled and teased the two disciples standing in front of him, "Oh, you've finally changed your tune? It seems things have progressed!"
After teasing, Qin Ming meaningfully glanced at his disciple Ling Yuxuan, whom he had raised himself.
"Ahem... Master is joking. Isn't this exactly the result you wanted to see?"
Monster goods are indeed monster goods, as the name suggests!
Hearing his Demon Prince's words, Ziyan realized it was clearly an attempt to block his master's teasing along with others who were also eager to poke fun at the two of them.
At the same time, it might also completely extinguish the covetous hearts of those who had never truly let go of their Beloved Child.
The rice has already been cooked into a meal; they should give up hope!
With such a response, even if someone wanted to follow up with more speculation or teasing, it would be inappropriate to speak up. Because he had already made it clear that this was a matter of course; anyone who dared to say more would only be making themselves look foolish!
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