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"No big deal, Miss Zi, don't worry! The prince is just overly fatigued. I will channel some true energy into him, then prescribe some herbs to promote wound healing, along with a suitable amount of supplements to enhance his physical strength. With this dual approach, he should be basically healed in about ten days."
"Mm! Then I will trouble Doctor Mo," Ziyan smiled and nodded at Mo Ziyu.
"Miss Zi is being too polite. It is an honor for Ziyu to assist the future Young Master's wife." At this point, Mo Ziyu even playfully winked at Ziyan with a mysterious expression.
He then returned to Ling Feng's bed to perform his healing techniques.
Uh? What’s going on?
Could it be that Old Demon has revealed all his secrets to Mo Ziyu? Old Demon! I must settle the score with him when I return to Hengfeng County Town!
Ziyan suddenly felt speechless.
Because she had been anxiously worried about Xiang Wang Lingfeng's injuries—
She hadn’t noticed that when Mo Ziyu and Wu Xiang entered earlier, there was also a tall, slender man following them, whose appearance was even more striking than that of Crown Prince Ling Xianjun. He wore a nearly identical Golden Mask as Ling Feng, exuding a cold, god-like aura.
To avoid drawing attention, this man stood in a dimly lit corner, silently lowering his head slightly.
However, since he entered the room, his gaze had been fixed on Ziyan, hardly leaving her for even half a second.
Knowing that Ling Feng was safe, Ziyan planned to return to her own room to rest for a bit, so she walked out of the Guest Room alone.
At the same time, the man stealthily followed her without her noticing.
As soon as Ziyan stepped into her room, someone swiftly slipped in behind her with lightning speed.
Just when Ziyan could no longer hold back and was about to scream, the newcomer immediately covered her mouth with his large hand, preventing her from making a sound.
“It’s me! Don’t be afraid,” a deep voice said.
Such a familiar voice—was it a dream? An illusion?
Ziyan looked up, and sure enough! It was the man she had seen countless times in her dreams.
If Ling Feng, wearing the Golden Mask, resembled the man from her dreams too closely...
Then now, at this moment, the man standing before her, wearing an almost identical Golden Mask, seemed to be crafted from the same mold as the man in her dreams.
The tone he used just now? Could it be that the man who could transform into a giant python in her dreams was now standing right in front of her?
“What’s wrong? Little darling, I’ve missed you so much,” the Masked Man spoke again, and Ziyan nearly fainted in front of him.
“Little darling, what’s wrong?” The Masked Man stared worriedly at her.
Wait a minute, “little darling”? Wasn’t that the term her Future Husband loved to call her during their mutual longing?
Ziyan felt dizzy! “Y-You are—?”
“Hah—silly girl, who else could I be?” Ling Yuxuan teased his Beloved Child with a hint of amusement while removing his Golden Mask.
Then he tightly embraced Ziyan in his spacious arms.
In an instant, Ziyan's heart seemed to tremble all over, and her thoughts surged like tumultuous waves!
Too thrilling, too exciting, just too damn exciting!!
It turns out that the man in her dreams, who had repeatedly appeared for such a long time and could transform into a giant python, was actually so close to her all along!
"How do you also have a Golden Mask?" Ziyan, still filled with confusion, wanted to dig deeper and ask everything at once.
How many more things does this guy have? How many secrets are there that she doesn't know?
"I've always had it! It's just that I never had the chance to wear it in front of you before," Ling Yuxuan explained.
Ziyan was instantly speechless! The person she had always thought was just a dream figure turned out to be her future husband.
It seems that this fate was truly destined by the heavens long ago, arranged to wait for her here.
At this moment, Ziyan completely and utterly surrendered to the heavens.
What else could she say? In this life, she would wholeheartedly love fiercely! For herself and for him.
"After being apart for these days, has Yan'er missed her husband?" Ling Yuxuan asked softly.
"Yes! Of course I have. No, I miss you very much. Every moment, every second, I think of you," Ziyan said as she tightly embraced Ling Yuxuan, as if fearing that if she loosened her grip, she would lose him.
"You silly!" Ling Yuxuan whispered contentedly in her ear while quickly pressing his sensual lips against Beloved Child's soft and sweet lips.
"From now on, let's never be apart again, okay?" Ziyan murmured gently while breathing heavily.
"Okay!" Ling Yuxuan replied at last, and the two shared a kiss that was more profound than any they had experienced before, more unforgettable than any time or place.
They kissed until both were nearly breathless, slowly parting their already heated lips.
Afterward, they stared at each other foolishly. They gazed for a long time, never feeling tired.
That night, deep into the night—
There came a few knocks on Ziyan's door, accompanied by Mo Ziyu's voice, "Miss Zi, you don't need to worry about the prince's health. Ziyu has left first and will come back tomorrow evening. If there’s anything else that requires Ziyu's attention, just send someone to inform him."
Ziyan intended to get up and open the door, but was once again forcefully pulled back into Ling Yuxuan's embrace.
At once, Ziyan understood that Mo Ziyu was not only here to say goodbye to her but was also signaling something to Ling Yuxuan. So she exerted herself to respond loudly with one word: "Okay."
Next, the two of them secretly giggled and rolled around in bed for quite a while, acting like two blissfully silly people.
They continued their playful antics until they were both too sleepy to continue, ultimately falling asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning.
When Ziyan opened her eyes for the first time and saw him sleeping beside her, her heart swelled with sweetness.
Unable to resist, she gently reached out to stroke his smooth and flawless face. The only flaw was the faint dark circles around his eyes, likely due to days of travel fatigue and severe lack of sleep.
Not wanting to disturb him further, Ziyan quietly got out of bed. After a light wash and getting ready, she opened the door and stepped out, locking it behind her.
Still feeling uneasy! Worried about unexpected visitors.
So she called for Wu Xiang, instructing him to choose one of the two guards stationed at the entrance on the third floor who had come from Hengfeng, to stand guard at her door.
She hurried to the Guest Room and looked at Xiang Wang Lingfeng, who was still peacefully asleep.
Ziyan smiled and quickly made her way down to the kitchen on the first floor.
At this time, the kitchen was already bustling with activity.
As usual, Ziyan immediately picked out a few types of marinated dishes to taste. To her satisfaction, there was no sign of the instability in technique or inconsistent flavors that often comes from being a novice.
Instantly, Ziyan nodded in satisfaction and seriously instructed Wu Jiu and the others, "You must grasp the flavors and control the heat. This is the baseline and principle that a qualified chef should uphold."
Ziyan couldn't remember how many times she had given them this reminder. At the same time, she felt very pleased because the people she chose were truly excellent, hardworking, and loyal.
Why were they hardworking and loyal?
Naturally, it was because they had once sworn an oath to Ziyan when they were still in Hengfeng County Town. This is the way of employing people in this era! The success or failure of matters lies entirely in this principle of employing people.
Finally, seeing that she had nothing else to do, Ziyan took it upon herself to prepare some breakfast for the two gentlemen upstairs.
Delicious fresh meat buns, a few cold dishes, and smooth bone porridge were quickly completed.
In the end, Ziyan instructed a Clerk to deliver a portion to Xiang Wang Lingfeng's room, while she personally went to deliver it to her own gentlemen.
When Ziyan returned to her room on the third floor, she found that a certain man was already dressed neatly and leaning against the bed waiting for her.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Just a little while. Come here," Ling Yuxuan beckoned his Beloved Child over.
Looking at his comfortable and lazy appearance, Ziyan secured the door and casually placed the food box on the large round table before slowly walking over to the bedside.
Quickly, a long arm reached out and pulled Ziyan into an embrace.
The two naturally shared a kiss, and Ling Young Master was about to lean in again when Ziyan playfully said, "Alright, stop messing around. Go eat breakfast."
"Oh! Sure, I can stop messing around, but since I traveled a long way to see you, you have to give me some reward," Ling Young Master said, unusually acting a bit spoiled.
"Uh? Oh—want a reward? That's easy! Look, this whole table is your reward," Ziyan said, hands on her hips, pointing at the breakfast spread on the table.
"Hey, is this little bit of food really a reward? No way, I'm not satisfied," Ling Yuxuan continued to act spoiled.
"Then what do you want?" Ziyan shot him an eye roll without hesitation.
"I—You—have to feed me."
Thinking of the once aloof Male God Ling Yuxuan, who now could act so mischievously and spoiled, Ziyan felt both amused and annoyed.
"Fine, take a seat then! Sir Ling Young Master."
And so, Ziyan began to coax her beloved man as if he were a child. They took turns feeding each other while playfully teasing one another. Time passed by in moments like this.
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