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"There's no need to panic, just help me convey a message. Just say that a guest from afar wants to meet your master."
Surprised? Once again taken aback.
It seems this Emperor's Son is aware of some of his circumstances! Otherwise, why would he specify wanting to see the master? Just a moment ago, he was only saying he wanted to meet the inventor, and now he directly mentioned the word 'master.'
This can only mean that Second Brother not only knows some things about himself but also understands Heavenly Pivot Sect quite well.
What exactly does he know?
With this in mind, Ziyan smiled refreshingly at Ling Zhiyuan and said, "May I ask how this esteemed guest heard that our new dish's inventor is our master?"
"Hahahaha, of course I know! In this world, if I want to know something, I will definitely find out. What? You don't believe me?" Ling Zhiyuan laughed heartily with pride.
After laughing, he looked at the cute little Clerk in front of him and continued, "So, do you think I'm just talking nonsense and actually have no ability?"
"Oh! No, that's not it. In that case, I'll ask our Shopkeeper; perhaps he knows."
"Mm, then go ahead. I'll be waiting here." Ling Zhiyuan happily instructed.
Just as Ziyan was about to leave, Ling Zhiyuan gave a glance to the nearby Elder Eunuch.
The Elder Eunuch immediately pulled out a large silver ingot with an official seal from his sleeve and handed it to Ziyan.
Ziyan secretly scoffed inwardly but still pretended to be humble and gracious as he accepted the silver from the Elder Eunuch. It was free money; why refuse? After all, those who are emperors are usually very wealthy; what does a mere silver ingot count for?
Thus, Ziyan quietly complained a bit before promptly exiting the private room.
He went to the kitchen and reported the dish name to one of Hong Gang's disciples. Then, Ziyan quickly made his way up to the third floor, not waiting for Yan Laoguai to inquire about the situation.
Ziyan directly pulled up Yan Laoguai, and the two of them simultaneously entered the room located on the second floor where Ling Zhiyuan was.
What kind of organization is the Heavenly Pivot Sect? From the very beginning, when they designed these rooms, they had made some modifications at the top of each room.
The purpose of their design was to allow their organization to better understand various novel happenings in the martial world; of course, this was only one of their objectives.
The main reason was to monitor those with ulterior motives who came to visit. This is equivalent to the cameras in the Twenty-First Century; however, in this ancient era, all they could do was set up some mechanisms at the junction between the second and third floors.
At this moment, Ziyan followed the method Qi Yu had taught her a few days ago and quietly moved a small green brick along the corner of the wall.
As a result, a very inconspicuous small hole appeared in the dark corner. Although this hole was not large, anyone upstairs could easily see and hear everything happening downstairs if they leaned down.
Downstairs.
"This little Clerk is quite interesting; why do I feel like he looks a bit too delicate?" Ling Zhiyuan said while glancing over at Yulang.
"Yes! Your Majesty, Vassal also feels that way. Moreover, this little Clerk seems a bit peculiar," Yulang expressed his own feelings in agreement with Ling Zhiyuan.
"Do you think we will get to see that woman soon?" Ling Zhiyuan asked again.
Upon hearing this, Ziyan was immediately startled and covered her mouth with her hand.
She had underestimated them and almost revealed her secret of disguising herself as a man. Experience truly speaks volumes; these few people were not easy to deal with.
However, did they really want to see her just for the ten new dishes she had prepared? Looking at the few guards they brought this time, Ziyan pondered for a while and ultimately decided to reveal herself.
Unconsciously, she muttered, "If we meet, we meet; who’s afraid?"
"Master, I think it's better if you don't go. I can arrange for someone else to handle it."
The Emperor's Yan Laoguai was quite frightened by his master's words.
"Great Elder, it's fine, you don't need to worry about Thank you for everything you have done for this Sect Leader, I am very satisfied. He is just going out incognito; didn't you see? There aren't many people with him, and I can manage."
While Ziyan spoke, his eyes sparkled brightly.
"This—Master, Subordinate still thinks it's inappropriate." Yan Laoguai opposed again.
Ziyan glared fiercely at Yan Laoguai, "Are you the master or am I?"
"Master, please don't be careless!" Yan Laoguai earnestly advised.
"Fine, it's decided. If you're really worried, then just watch from a distance." Ziyan said, his lips twitching in anger, but he would not change his decision.
Just as Ziyan turned to leave the room, someone entered through the door. Both Ziyan and Yan Laoguai instinctively looked towards the newcomer.
Ziyan realized that it was Qi Yu.
He whispered to him, "Don't go anywhere; just stay here and keep your master company. With you here, he'll definitely feel more at ease."
After speaking to Qi Yu, he turned back to look at Yan Laoguai once more and added, "Old man, are you reassured now?"
Seeing Yan Laoguai puffing up in anger and glaring at him, Ziyan couldn't help but laugh: it turned out this usually serious old man could also be so amusing and adorable!
Finally, under the worried and dissatisfied gaze of Yan Laoguai, Ziyan swaggered out of the room and headed straight up to the third floor to his lounge to change out of his male attire.
Sitting quietly on the third floor, she waited for a long time. Once she calculated that Ling Zhiyuan had likely tasted her new dishes, she set off towards the second floor.
As she gracefully appeared at the entrance of the private room on the second floor, intending to enter, she was stopped by four guards who had been waiting at the door. "Who goes there?"
"Reporting to this esteemed official, my name is Zi Yan. I heard from a clerk in this establishment that a distinguished guest wishes to meet with me. That is why I have come," Zi Yan replied, neither humble nor arrogant, with a smile on her face. Even the two cold-faced guards were momentarily taken aback.
After a few minutes, a voice came from behind the two guards; it was the Elder Eunuch. "Let her in."
Quickly, the two guards stepped aside after receiving the order.
Zi Yan walked in calmly and slightly bowed. She then met Ling Zhiyuan's gaze and smiled sweetly. "I am the inventor of the new dishes. May I ask what this esteemed gentleman wishes to discuss with me?"
"Oh—so you are the inventor of those new dishes! Hehe, indeed a clever and talented young lady," Ling Zhiyuan said as he looked her up and down, continuously praising her while nodding at Zi Yan.
"Reporting to this master, these dishes are indeed my creations. Thank you for your compliments," Zi Yan replied, gently bowing her body and responding repeatedly.
"You are young and accomplished!" Ling Zhiyuan continued to nod appreciatively.
"I wonder why this master called me here—" Zi Yan did not want to only listen to flattery.
"Oh, about that? Come, come—let's sit down and get to know each other before we have a good chat. Would you be willing?"
"Of course!" Zi Yan shrugged her shoulders and sat down confidently in front of Ling Zhiyuan, looking forward to what was to come.
"Well, not bad, not delicate, not pretentious," Ling Zhiyuan remarked.
"Uh? Oh, heh heh, it's okay," Ziyan casually nodded and then asked, "If there's anything you're dissatisfied with regarding the dishes I've invented, please feel free to speak up."
Ziyan looked at the esteemed figure from the Nanchu Kingdom with a frank smile.
This person was the brutal monarch who had committed patricide and fratricide for the sake of the Supreme Position. Although Ziyan's face still bore a smile, in his heart, he held nothing but disdain for the man before him.
You were so ruthless back then; soon enough, you will grow old and witness your sons fighting each other just as you did.
This is the cycle of cause and effect!
It's just a pity that your Demonically Charming Man had to suffer the loss of parental love from such a young age.
Ziyan silently condemned the ruler before him, who now appeared to have a hint of amiability.
Suddenly, Ziyan's mind recalled that night at the Hengfeng Family Home by the small Riverbank when Ling Yuxuan had shared his painful memories with him.
It hurt; he inexplicably felt a deep sympathy for his Demonically Charming Man.
As he looked at Ling Zhiyuan, his eyes began to change uncontrollably, becoming colder and colder.
So much so that even Your Majesty could sense this subtle shift in Ziyan; he stared intently at Ziyan, his gaze bending in response to Ziyan's transformation.
"Miss, do you recognize this old man?" Ling Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly narrowed, a hint of wariness flashing within them.
"Uh?" Hearing this, Ziyan snapped back to reality.
"Oh no, did I just get a little distracted and reveal a bit of my feelings?"
Immediately, Ziyan hurriedly covered up, saying, "No, I've never met someone as esteemed as you."
"Hahaha—" Hearing Ziyan seemingly flattering him, Ling Zhiyuan's mood improved rapidly.
"You little girl, I didn't expect you to be so good with words."
"Oh—heh heh, I just answered truthfully," Ziyan forced a silly smile.
"By the way, I really like the dishes you've prepared. I wonder if you'd be willing to add these new dishes to your Drunken Immortal Residence in the capital?"
Ziyan looked confused.
Seeing her expression, Ling Zhiyuan continued, "You see, I live in the capital. So if I want to enjoy your dishes often, it would require Miss Zi to introduce these dishes there. What do you think?"
"Oh, that's doable. It should only take about half a month to get started," Ziyan said with a look of realization.
"Great! Thank you, Miss Zi."
"No need for thanks. I'm not doing this just for you, Master; it's also to increase the revenue for our Drunken Immortal Residence. Opening a business is naturally for profit," Ziyan candidly expressed her thoughts.
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