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One second, two seconds, three seconds, one minute, two minutes, three minutes—
Finally, Ling Yuxuan resolutely lifted his head, his gaze steady and profound as he met the other person's eyes.
"A person who should have died but did not," Ling Yuxuan said expressionlessly, his tone neither warm nor cold.
Then he slightly squinted, coming back to himself, and continued, "Actually, you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"
The evening breeze gently caressed the air on this particularly hot summer night that easily made people restless. Such a light breeze could have lifted everyone's spirits.
However, at this moment, the man wearing the Golden Mask trembled as he gripped the sword in his hand. A nameless feeling of joy surged within him, making his heart feel like a turbulent sea that could not calm down.
Yes! He indeed had an answer in his heart.
And it was an answer that was both certain and uplifting; he had been searching for and pondering this answer for a full decade.
In these ten years, he had even offended the powerful emperor—his own Father.
To uncover the truth behind the tragedy that befell his Uncle's family and the lost ones. He had clashed with his biological father several times—
At this moment, facing this unfamiliar man who bore a striking resemblance to him, endless guilt and indescribable pain flashed through his heart.
In the next moment, he directly released his grip and threw down the sword in his hand, eagerly stepping forward to embrace Ling Yuxuan tightly.
Huh? What does this mean? A dramatic 180-degree turn?
When he saw that in the next second, Ling Yuxuan also excitedly hugged him back tightly.
Ziyan, who originally intended to step forward to help, was instantly stunned by this dramatic turn of events, standing there gaping in disbelief.
Mama Mia! What is going on here?
After a long time, the two Masters who were embracing and whispering to each other finally let go.
The man wearing the Golden Mask was the first to leave.
Then, Ling Yuxuan calmly called out towards the direction where Ziyan, Wu San, and the others were hiding, "You all come out now."
"Uh? Oh!" Ziyan seemed a bit dazed and confused, then blankly walked out from behind the big tree with Wu San and Wu Xiang.
Ling Yuxuan looked at the seemingly lost Ziyan, rushed over to her in a few steps, and hugged her tightly.
Wow! Just a moment ago, he was tightly embracing that old buddy.
And they had hugged for such a long time, as if they were reluctant to part; now he was hugging her. Damn it, is he into both men and women?
Ziyan really wanted to push away the ‘Demonically Charming Man’ beside her. But Ling Yuxuan held her tightly, giving her no chance to push him away.
"You, you, you were just so close with that man, so reluctant to part? Are you into both genders?" Ziyan couldn't help but question with a hint of grievance.
"What?" Ling Yuxuan momentarily didn't grasp the 'nuance' of her words and frowned.
But just a few seconds later, he quickly understood and burst into laughter.
"How can you still laugh!" Ziyan snorted in anger.
Seeing this, Ling Yuxuan couldn't help but kiss the hair of his silly Beloved Child, then helplessly said, "My dear Little Fool! It's not what you think. Let's go back first, and I'll tell you who he is as soon as we get home."
"You better keep your word! You have to be honest." Ziyan widened her eyes and revealed a gentle smile again.
"Mm!" Ling Yuxuan tightened his embrace around Ziyan and leaped forward into the city.
The night was quiet, and a weary Ziyan was brought back to her room in the New Residence by Ling Yuxuan.
Although she was extremely tired, Ziyan felt no sleepiness at all.
It wasn't until Ling Young Master laid her down on the bed that they both quietly reclined facing each other.
Ziyan stared intently at her Future Husband, waiting for him to tell the story about the man wearing the Golden Mask.
Ling Yuxuan understood her unspoken request.
He reached out and gently rubbed Beloved Child's small head, looking at her affectionately as he began to narrate: "His name is Ling Feng, my Cousin. Although we call him Cousin, he is actually just a month older than me."
As he spoke, Ling Yuxuan gradually fell into memories.
Scenes from his childhood with Ling Feng flashed through his mind like a movie: they would meet almost every day during their childhood, always together.
They were closer than real brothers.
They played together, got into mischief together, and whenever trouble arose, they formed an alliance. This often left the adults helpless against them.
Ling Feng's father was his Second Uncle, and Ling Feng's mother was actually his mother's own sister.
No wonder Ling Feng looked so much like Ling Yuxuan! Ziyan realized suddenly.
It turned out to be the result of close relatives sharing similar genetic traits. From a distance or just by looking at their backs, they could easily be mistaken for one person or even thought to be twin brothers.
Listening to Ling Yuxuan as he slowly recalled and gently narrated.
As the story reached this point, Ziyan had already guessed many of the subsequent situations.
Recalling what he mentioned to Old Man Mo during the Drunken Immortal Gathering earlier that day about the Sixth Prince, the clever and observant Ziyan quickly connected the dots.
“Ling Feng is the current Sixth Prince, right?”
“Huh? Wow, I didn’t expect you to react so quickly! Yes, he is the Sixth Prince.”
“Am I quick to react? I think at this point, anyone could figure it out.” Ziyan pouted, putting on a self-aware expression.
“Sigh—here I am trying to praise you, and you’re not even appreciative or understanding.”
“Cut it out—”
“Back to the main topic!” Ling Yuxuan raised his voice and fixed his gaze on the Beloved Child right in front of him.
Then he spoke, “Yan'er, my identity might be exposed from now on. Are you afraid of being with someone like me?”
“Come on, is it even useful to be afraid now? Can I return this? Hey—can I return this?”
“What?”
“Can I—return—it—?”
“Do you—dare—?”
Looking at the Beloved Child's teasing yet infuriating expression, Ling Yuxuan's eyes revealed a hint of danger as he directly tickled Ziyan’s armpit.
“Do you still want to return it? Do you still want to return it? Come on, come on, I’ll tickle you until you’re satisfied. Still want to return it—want to return it—?”
"Ah—no, no, I won't return it, I won't return it! I was wrong, I was wrong, I really was wrong, spare me! Ah—Husband—"
Ziyan shook her head faster than a drum in a storm, wishing she could swallow all her previous words back.
"What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you—" Ling Yuxuan continued to scratch her armpit with one hand while digging in her ear with the other.
"I was wrong, I won't say I want to return it again." Ziyan finally admitted defeat.
"One last time, call out loud and clear." Ling Yuxuan continued to pretend she couldn't hear.
"Hus—band—" Ziyan gritted her teeth and raised her voice, stretching out the syllables.
"Mm—yeah—good Future Wife, that's right." Ling Yuxuan grinned wickedly, then satisfied, gave Beloved Child's shiny, plump forehead another hard kiss.
At that moment, Ling Yuxuan finally stopped her antics and temporarily spared the mischievous Beloved Child.
Next, the two gradually ceased their playful bickering and stared foolishly at each other, as if no matter how much they looked, they could never get enough.
It wasn't until the exhausted Ziyan could no longer hold on that she quickly fell into a deep sleep, and only then did Ling Yuxuan reluctantly leave her room.
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