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"Thinking of something means you must take action; this is Ziyan's motto.
Thus, Ziyan acted immediately. After Miao'er was taken into her room to rest, Ziyan almost without discussion said to her Demon Prince, 'I want to renovate the palace; what do you think?'
'This King naturally supports our future Future Wife,' the Demon Prince had already seen through her little schemes and nodded in agreement.
'Good, Li Yu, Li Bing, you two quickly go out and find experienced craftsmen who can build additional courtyards,' Ziyan instructed immediately.
Just as Li Yutong and Li Bing were about to leave after paying their respects, for safety's sake, Ziyan called them back.
'Wait, come back. When you find someone, take them to Mo Old Man. Mr. Mo is knowledgeable and understands various trades. Let him assess them; if Mr. Mo approves, then bring them back. Do you understand?'
'Yes, we obey your command,' both Li Yutong and Li Bing replied in unison.
'You? You just won't let your master have a moment's peace,' the Demon Prince shook his head in amusement.
'What's wrong with that? It's just a small effort; Old Demon will definitely help us find the best craftsmen,' Ziyan said confidently with a charming smile.
'Alright! This King concedes to you,' the Demon Prince finally had no choice but to shake his head again.
'Let's go; now we will analyze where we should build a few more small Yards in this large courtyard,' Ziyan said as she reached out and took her Demonically Charming Man's hand, leading him toward the courtyard.
They soon arrived at the eastern side of the large courtyard, where there was a single-story building made of blue bricks and tiles. The building had about ten rooms and was similar in style to the single-story low houses on the western side of the main residence.
Further east was a grove of Peach Trees, which spanned nearly thirty acres at first glance.
Seeing this, Ziyan smiled knowingly and calculated that along with that single-story low house, there would be over ten acres in total. With four or five acres available, she could build four or five large villas with small Yards.
Thinking of the word villa and considering that ancient craftsmen did not have experience building higher or more complex buildings, Ziyan decided to design those small Yards as two-story villa-style houses similar to those in the Twenty-First World. This would save ground space while adding a fresh touch.
At the same time, Ziyan had a Servant bring her writing materials. In a pavilion within the courtyard, she began sketching her envisioned houses, drawing five different styles and shapes of villas.
By the time she finished, the Demon Prince had already admired all of Ziyan's drawings.
He gazed intently at his beloved child. Curious, Ziyan asked, 'Why are you looking at me like that?'"
"I, heh heh, This King almost forgot that This King's future Future Wife is a fairy descended from the heavens. What else could you possibly imagine?" At this point, Demon Lord Fifth felt a bit embarrassed for himself.
"Then shall we build it like this?" Ziyan was not concerned about these things; what mattered most was whether her wishes could be implemented.
"Of course!" Demon Prince would never want to see his Beloved Child disappointed. As soon as he heard Ziyan's question, he immediately nodded in agreement.
Next, Ziyan continued to lead her Demon Prince around the entire royal residence, carefully inspecting everything.
During this inspection, Ziyan made sure to mark down the specific locations for transplanting the Peach Trees, ensuring that nothing was overlooked. She also instructed a guard to immediately go to the back mountain to find some people to assist with the transplanting, so as not to delay any other potential work scheduled for tomorrow.
Thus, the guard wasted no time and swiftly used lightness skills to leap towards the back mountain.
...
Sure enough, it wasn't long before a group of forty to fifty people arrived from the back mountain, all equipped with tools like shovels and picks. Under the guidance of the guard named Cao Jing, they began working in an orderly, serious, and diligent manner.
In contrast to earlier, Ziyan now stood leisurely with her Demon Prince at the Octagonal Pavilion by the lake, watching those busy Subordinates. Her heart was filled with joy once again.
It seemed that people in this world were indeed easy to control and manage! As long as they were kept during their most difficult times and signed a life-and-death contract, these individuals would devote everything to their masters without compensation for their entire lives. They worked tirelessly without complaint.
Ziyan's mind immediately compared this era's employment practices with those of entrepreneurs in the Twenty-First World. She couldn't help but feel amazed: running a business was so much easier in this era!
With just a small amount of money, one could secure a person's lifetime labor output, and all that was needed was to ensure their basic needs were met. What a bargain!
Ultimately, Ziyan felt utterly astonished. At the same time, she was filled with confidence about her bright future in this era.
In business, the biggest concern and challenge is finding loyal and dedicated people. In other words, she was currently in possession of the best resources; how could she possibly fail? If she did poorly in her endeavors now, then someone with two lifetimes of knowledge like her might as well just go and crash into a wall.
With this thought, Ziyan felt a surge of excitement within her.
Next, feeling somewhat bored, Ziyan planned to stay in the Pavilion waiting for brothers Li Yutong and Li Bing to return. However, her Demon Prince suddenly pulled her back into the main building's Bedroom.
Not only that, but she was also tightly embraced and seated by the fireplace.
It was only at this moment that Ziyan felt her entire body had nearly frozen. She couldn't help but shiver tightly in the arms of a certain Monster.
It was simply because she had been too happy and excited earlier, forgetting to put on her cloak before running outside and losing herself for several hours, completely unaware of the cold.
In the final moments, only the Demon Prince noticed that her little mouth had turned purple from the cold, and her hands felt as icy as frost. Thus, the earlier scene occurred; before Ziyan could even react, the Demonically Charming Man had to forcibly pull her back inside.
A moment later, as Ziyan nestled in the arms of a certain Demon Prince, her body began to warm up, and her palms felt slightly itchy. This was completely in line with the state of just warming up after being frozen. Ziyan immediately looked up gratefully at her beloved Demon Prince and said, "Thank you."
"Silly girl, while there are things to do, you must also take care of your health! Besides, I've told you countless times that there's no need for thanks between us. You never seem to remember," the Demon Prince said while playfully scratching Ziyan's little nose with his finger, just like before.
This made Ziyan recall an earlier time in front of Jishitang when she had also experienced this nose-scratching from the Demon Prince's dear mother. Could it be that these little actions were hereditary?
Thinking of this, Ziyan couldn't help but roll her eyes dramatically and felt an urge to look up at the sky in exasperation.
"This genetic inheritance is no joke!" Ziyan muttered.
"What do you mean by that?" The Demon Prince momentarily lost his focus and then frowned because he completely didn't understand the meaning behind this vague statement.
"Uh? Oh, it doesn't mean anything," Ziyan pouted slightly, sounding a bit spoiled.
"So you two have already returned to your room?" Just as they were about to share another little kiss, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the unclosed door—Miao'er.
Startled, Ziyan immediately wanted to jump out of the Demon Prince's embrace. However, unfortunately for her, this natural reaction was stifled by a certain Demonically Charming Man. The Demon Prince still held Ziyan tightly in his arms, showing no intention of letting her go.
However, he did express concern as he asked Miao'er, "Mother, why aren't you resting in your room for a while longer?"
"It's nothing! As I get older, my sleep time has shortened. Moreover, it's still broad daylight; how could I possibly sleep?" Miao'er said with a smile as she sat down on the other side of the fireplace.
"But what about Yan'er? I just heard a maid say that Yan'er looked like she was about to freeze solid?" Miao'er said with concern as she gazed at Ziyan in the arms of the Demon Prince.
"Uh? Those maids even told Auntie about this?" Ziyan was surprised that Miao'er knew about it.
"Young people may not feel anything now, but as women age, their bodies can easily encounter various problems," Miao'er said, speaking to Ziyan in a tone befitting an elder.
"Did you hear what your mother said? When you go out again, make sure to wear more clothes," Ling Yuxuan looked at Ziyan, who seemed somewhat dismissive of his words, and then sternly added, "Do you understand?"
"Oh—" Ziyan replied softly and then looked at Miao'er, "Auntie, he always bullies me like this."
"Haha! Really? I think he is just worried about you!" Miao'er was not fooled by Ziyan's complaint.
"Tch—" Just as Ziyan finished saying "tch," a voice came from outside the door: "Reporting to both masters, Subordinate has invited the most famous craftsman in the city, Master Luo."
"Oh—" Upon hearing that the craftsman had arrived, Ziyan immediately perked up as if she had been injected with adrenaline, her mind and body instantly energized.
At the same time, she jumped out of a certain Demon Prince's embrace and exclaimed loudly, "Let's go, lead the way for me!"
Her actions immediately drew a chuckle from Miao'er sitting across from her, who couldn't help but laugh softly, "This girl!"
The Demon Prince silently shook his head and then stood up to follow Ziyan downstairs. However, he did not forget to turn back and remind his mother, "It's evening now; it's cold outside and the temperature is dropping. Mother should rest here!"
"Mmhmhm, you all go ahead; I'll wait for you here," Miao'er smiled lovingly and nodded.
On the first floor, as Ziyan and her companions were about to head out, the Demon Prince magically draped a cloak over her shoulders. Then he wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they stepped out together toward the reception hall in the front courtyard.
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