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"Did you hear that? From now on, remember to be more mindful. A girl should not speak so harshly; otherwise, any boy she likes might be scared away by your words."
Xiang Wang Lingfeng quickly reached out and gave his precious younger sister a light slap on the back of her head when he saw someone standing up for him.
In reality, although it looked like he used a lot of force, it was merely a gentle pat when it actually landed, a way of 'retaliating' against his sister.
...
After the meal, everyone found some excuses and began to leave one by one.
Of course, the two elders—Miao'er and the current Supreme One—stayed behind.
The four young people went downstairs and felt a bit bored. Ling Yuer suggested going out for a stroll.
Everyone looked at each other, but no one responded.
Ziyan actually didn't want to go out anymore, so when the Demonically Charming Man stole a glance at her, she simply shook her head lightly.
He immediately understood her meaning and suggested, "How about we take a walk by the lake instead?"
A hundred steps after a meal can help one live to ninety-nine! Ziyan was happy to accept this suggestion; as long as they didn't step out of the Xuan Wang mansion, walking around the lake inside was definitely fine.
The early spring moonlight was clear and cold, soft and gentle.
The four young people followed two maids carrying lanterns as they leisurely made their way to the lakeside.
"Yan'er, Seventh Prince, tomorrow we will have to return to the capital with Father. I don't know when we will meet again. I really don't want to part with you."
Ling Yuer broke the silence first, her eyes filled with reluctance.
Such a princess made one feel warmth and affection at first sight.
"It’s alright; it won’t be long."
Ziyan calmly comforted Ling Yuer.
"Uh? Is there a hidden meaning in that?"
It was Ling Yuer, who immediately caught Ziyan's implication. Moreover, the two clever Princes also noticed it, so as soon as Ziyan finished speaking, both Demon Prince Ling Yuxuan and Xiang Wang Ye Ling Feng focused their attention on Ziyan.
They patiently waited for her to elaborate.
Ziyan smiled faintly, but did not answer.
In an instant, the three siblings were somewhat puzzled about what Ziyan was really implying.
Only one person was intently watching Ziyan, observing that her calm smile seemed to harbor a hint of peculiarity and mystery. This person immediately understood.
This girl must be thinking about the prosperity of the capital city and the business opportunities it brings due to her father's earlier promise at the dining table, right?
Indeed, the only one who could see through and guess Ziyan so easily was none other than Demon Prince Ling Yuxuan!
"Yan'er, why don't you answer your sister?"
Unable to withstand the persistent questioning, Ling Yuer spoke directly and eagerly continued to ask.
"Oh! I just have a certain premonition. Nothing more!"
After thinking for a moment, Ziyan decided it was better not to reveal too much to them just yet, so she had to come up with a casual excuse to deflect.
"Uh? Premonition? That's annoying! What good is a premonition? I really don't want to part with you guys."
After a brief pause, Ling Yuer sighed softly: "Yan'er, do you know? Ever since I first met you years ago, I felt that we had a special connection."
"Hehe, really? Then thank you for your affection, Your Highness!"
A hint of teasing was evident in Ziyan's words.
"Here again? Yan'er, I already told you that when we are together, you just need to call me sister."
Ling Yuer pouted slightly, looking a bit unhappy and aggrieved as she gazed at Ziyan.
"…"
Ziyan smiled playfully at Ling Yuer and fell into silence.
"Is Sister Yan preparing to head to the capital soon?"
Xiang Wang Lingfeng, who had been lost in thought for a while, finally had a moment of realization.
"Uh? Really?"
Ling Yuer also began to come to her senses.
"I didn't say anything; this is just His Highness, the King of Xiang's wild guess."
Ziyan explained lightly with a hint of a smile.
Thus, the few of them strolled slowly by the lakeside.
The spring chill was biting, and without realizing it, Ziyan shivered slightly. After having just finished eating, she hadn’t felt cold, which resulted in her being the only one among the four who hadn’t wrapped herself in a cloak.
At this moment, feeling the cold, she instinctively lowered her head, tucked her neck in, and rubbed her arms alternately with her hands.
Just then, she suddenly felt someone draping a large cloak over her that almost touched the ground.
Turning around and looking up, she saw that her Demon Prince had put his cloak on himself.
In that instant, Ziyan suddenly recalled something he had said many years ago: "When you grow tall enough to reach my height, I will adorn you with a ten-mile red makeup..."
Now that they were so close together, it was true that she had indeed reached his height.
As soon as Ziyan recalled the vow they had made under the moonlight back then, her face immediately began to heat up and blush.
However, since it was dark at that moment, the others did not pay much attention.
Next, the four young people turned back from around the Artificial Lake and saw the Supreme One walking out of the main hall with a look of disappointment and helplessness.
There were people holding lanterns in front and behind him, so his expression was clearly visible to Ziyan and the others.
Seeing this, everyone stood still, waiting for him.
Until Ling Zhiyuan approached, Ling Yuer cautiously asked her father, “Father, does Miao'er wish to return with us?”
“…”
Upon hearing this, Ling Zhiyuan was momentarily stunned and then shook his head in disappointment as he prepared to walk away.
However, after taking a few steps, he stopped and turned back to Ling Yuxuan, instructing him, “Yuxuan, I’m sorry. These years have caused you and your mother a lot of suffering. Take good care of your mother and tell her that I will always wait for her.”
After giving his instructions, Ling Zhiyuan did not wait for Ling Yuxuan to respond and turned again towards the entrance of Xuan Wang Fu.
“Father…”
Ling Yuer hurriedly chased after Ling Zhiyuan, while at the same time, Xiang Wang Lingfeng also quickened his pace without hesitation. However, after walking a distance of about ten feet, he paused, turned back, and gazed intently at Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan for a moment before striding off to catch up with his sister and father.
At that moment when Ziyan was momentarily distracted, the Demon Prince Ling Yuxuan instinctively reached out his long arm and quickly pulled Ziyan into his embrace.
The two returned towards the main hall. Just as they stepped into the foyer, they saw Miao'er sitting expressionlessly in a chair.
Upon seeing Ziyan and her son return, she looked up and gently asked them, “He… has he left?”
“…”
Ling Yuxuan did not answer.
"Yes, Your Majesty, he has left."
Ziyan glanced at her Demon Prince, seeing him in a state of silence, so she had to respond to Miao'er herself.
"Ah—it's good that he has left, it's good. From now on, I will rely on both of you, is that alright?"
Miao'er let out a long sigh, and it was clear that she was quite disappointed and not feeling well.
But such matters were not for them, the younger generation, to discuss or advise! Ziyan thought to herself.
So afterward, Ziyan could only casually comfort Miao'er with a few words.
Miao'er certainly understood: these two young people dared not speak much about her situation with that gentleman. Thus, it would be better for her to return to her own room and quietly reflect on her problems. She didn't want to burden these two with her issues.
With this in mind, Miao'er immediately stood up and said to Ziyan and her precious son, "I'm tired; I'll go back to my room to rest. You both should go upstairs and rest as well!"
As soon as Miao'er finished speaking, she turned around just like Ling Zhiyuan did earlier, leaving without looking back with the help of the mute maid.
Ling Yuxuan appeared calm and composed on the surface, but he felt a pang of heartache for Miao'er. As he watched Miao'er's dejected figure leave, he unconsciously tightened his grip around Ziyan's waist, twisting the fabric of her clothing.
Though he didn't say anything, his small action already told Ziyan that he cared deeply for his mother.
In the next moment, Ziyan placed one hand on his hand. She looked up at him with deep affection, gazing intently into his dark and clear eyes that seemed bottomless.
In an instant, Ling Yuxuan felt as if he was filled with strength. The moment their eyes met, the tense and cold expression on his face disappeared completely.
Instead, his lips quickly curled into a faint smile.
Ziyan noticed this and at the same time wrapped her arm around his waist. Then they both headed upstairs together.
The next day.
Early in the morning, Li Bing came to report to Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan that the gentleman along with the Sixth Prince and the princess were preparing to depart.
"Go and see him off!"
Ziyan looked at her Demon Prince, whose expression was somewhat inexplicably gloomy, and encouraged him to go out of the city to send someone off.
After receiving a silent nod from Ling Yuxuan, the two quickly freshened up.
Once they were done, they rode together on a Western Extreme Pegasus and swiftly headed toward the city gate.
In just about half an incense stick's time, they quickly exited the city. Outside the city gate, it was only about four or five miles before they arrived at the place where Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan had once come to the rescue years ago.
As before, this time was no exception. Ling Yuxuan tied the horse to a small grove and then embraced Beloved Child, using lightness skill to leap up quickly to their old spot, which was the peak of the mountain where they had once hidden.
From this position, they could clearly see everything passing by on the Official Road below—the pedestrians and vehicles alike.
The two waited there for less than a quarter of an hour before they spotted Ling Zhiyuan's Caravan appearing from afar on the mountain's Official Road below.
Perhaps it was truly a connection between father and son! Ling Zhiyuan actually stopped his carriage at the very place where he had been ambushed years ago, which was also where he had been saved by Ling Yuxuan and Ziyan.
Ling Zhiyuan halted the carriage. Since it was early morning, there were very few people on the Official Road. He pulled aside the curtain of the carriage himself and, with Ling Feng's assistance, got down from the carriage and stood there silently thinking for a long time...
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