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"Miss Zi, I have not mentioned this matter to anyone except for a few involved parties. I believe you will not betray me, and I am even more convinced that your feelings for my son are sincere."
Ling Zhiyuan said, his eyes gradually filling with boundless affection.
When Ling Zhiyuan saw that Ziyan remained noncommittal, making it difficult to ascertain her thoughts, he simply proposed, "How about this? I will take you to meet someone, and you will absolutely believe that what I said is not a fabrication."
"Uh? Oh! Who does Your Majesty intend to take Commoner to meet? What is this person's relationship with him?" Ziyan felt anxious.
"Just follow me, and you will understand once you meet them!" Ling Zhiyuan did not intend to rely solely on his own words any longer.
Determined to make Ziyan completely trust him and understand him, he felt that since the words had already been spoken, there was no turning back. It was better to let her fully comprehend everything today rather than leave her in doubt.
"Go, issue my command to let my princes return to the palace first. I still need to discuss the details of the banquet with Miss Ziyan." Ling Zhiyuan planned to send away his sons to avoid unnecessary chatter that might lead to leaks of information.
"Yes, I will go at once." Elder Eunuch Chief Steward Pan said in a high-pitched voice while bowing, then walked towards the two princes by the lake.
Soon, from a distance, Ziyan saw Xiang Wang Lingfeng and Crown Prince Ling Xianjun glance over reluctantly before leaving.
"Your carriage! Return to the palace." Once he saw both of his sons leave simultaneously, without waiting for Ziyan's response, Ling Zhiyuan made his decision.
Thus, Ziyan could only lower her head slightly and then follow closely behind Ling Zhiyuan and Elder Eunuch.
The scenery along the main palace was beautiful, but with heavy thoughts weighing on her mind, Ziyan had no leisure to linger or appreciate it. Her mind was already a chaotic mess, leaving only a small space for curiosity.
Who exactly does this Emperor intend to take her to meet?
Finally, they arrived at the Spring Radiance Hall, where all the idle onlookers were sent away to stay outside. When Ziyan followed the Emperor into his palace, they came to the entrance of a maze.
Ling Zhiyuan seemed to sense the complexity and turmoil in Ziyan's heart, so he kindly smiled at her again and handed her a portable lantern, saying, "Miss Zi, there is no need to be afraid. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't go through such trouble."
"Uh? Oh, the Commoner understands." After thinking about it, she realized who he was. He was the Supreme leader of the Nanchu Kingdom; if he wanted her life, she wouldn't be standing here safely.
With this thought in mind, Ziyan took a deep breath and tightly followed Ling Zhiyuan and Elder Eunuch while holding the lantern.
They walked along the nearly straight path of the maze until they finally exited and arrived at a small elegant yard. Elder Eunuch immediately stepped forward to knock on the door.
Soon, the door was opened from the outside.
In front of them stood a Little Palace Maid who did not speak but instead made sounds while using sign language. Ziyan understood that this maid was mute.
The three of them were welcomed into the small yard. Although it was small, aside from a long corridor leading to the main hall, there was a beautiful sea of flowers on both sides of about four zhang wide.
Strictly speaking, it was a Rose Garden, featuring white, pink, deep red, and several other colors.
Walking down the corridor to the end brought them to a square pavilion. At that moment, a woman dressed in plain clothes sat with her back to Ziyan and others, trimming a bunch of roses. In front of her was an elegantly simple pastel vase.
It seemed that this woman was arranging flowers! Ziyan instantly realized.
The Mute Girl ran up to the woman and made some sounds again, but the woman only paused for a moment with her scissors in hand.
"Miao'er, I have arrived." Ling Zhiyuan gently spoke, stretching his neck.
Ziyan noticed that the Ling Zhiyuan before her was completely different from the lofty Emperor she had first encountered. She never imagined that this Supreme One could possess such tenderness, even showing a considerate side.
However, the woman did not turn around to pay her respects or even glance at Ling Zhiyuan. Ziyan secretly muttered to herself: Damn! Who is so impressive that they are even more aloof than the Emperor of the Nanchu Kingdom?
From behind, Ziyan guessed that this must be a woman of considerable beauty and nobility. Just her aura made Ziyan involuntarily feel a sense of respect towards her.
Unfortunately, she still did not turn around, and Ziyan suddenly felt an urgent desire to catch a glimpse of her face.
"Miao'er, I have brought a young lady. She... she is very likely the beloved of Yuxuan." Seeing that the woman had no reaction, Ling Zhiyuan directly got to the point.
"Yuxuan, Yuxuan, my Yuxuan's beloved?" At this moment, the woman finally perked up and turned around.
Excitedly rushing towards Ling Zhiyuan, she exclaimed, "Do you have news about Yuxuan? Have you found my son?"
My son? Ziyan was instantly shocked, and then she focused intently. In an instant, she felt a dizzying sensation as if the world was spinning.
Setting aside her celestial beauty for now, what struck her most was how familiar this woman's face was. Wasn't this the portrait of Ling Yuxuan's mother that she had seen alongside the Demonically Charming Man in the Waterfall Cave?
The brows and eyes, the contours—all belonged to the same person without any doubt—
Time seemed to have left little trace of aging on her face. Her skin was as fair as powder, and her demeanor was elegant and refined.
As Ziyan's mind buzzed incessantly, feeling lightheaded and unsteady, she struggled to maintain her balance.
"Miao'er, please calm down," Ling Zhiyuan said, steadying the woman who was swaying. He then guided her gaze towards Ziyan.
The woman fixed her eyes intently on Ziyan and slowly approached her.
Ziyan stared back at the woman, wide-eyed and blinking in disbelief.
"You, you are—?" Beautiful Lady exclaimed, her excitement causing her to scrutinize Ziyan from head to toe.
"Uh? Oh, I am Commoner, with the surname Zi and the given name Yan. But who are you?"
Ziyan was unsure how to respond and recalled that her Demonically Charming Man had never told her his mother's name.
"I? I—" Beautiful Lady was momentarily speechless.
Seeing this, Ziyan tentatively asked again, "Do you know someone named Ling Jianyu?"
"Lin—Jian—Yu." It seemed that this name had not been part of her world for a long time. Beautiful Lady furrowed her brows as if searching deep within her memories.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Beautiful Lady's expression shifted as she looked at Ziyan with curiosity and replied earnestly, "He is my husband. Where did you hear his name?"
"However, as far as I know, Ling Jianyu, the prince, only had one wife in his lifetime, and that wife passed away many years ago during an audience in the palace."
Ziyan asked her doubts with a piercing gaze.
"Yes and no. In fact, Yuxuan's mother did not pass away; blame me, it is all my fault. I was too selfish at the time, too concerned, which led me to imprison Yuxuan's mother here and announce her death to the outside world," Ling Zhiyuan interjected.
"I see. But why—ah!" Ziyan initially wanted to ask why Ling Yuxuan wasn't also confined alongside his mother.
However, upon reflection, she realized that wouldn't be right, and she couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, no matter what she said, it would be entirely inappropriate.
After all, this emperor was committing sins: abandoning the woman he loved, and when she married someone else, cruelly imprisoning her, murdering his younger brother, and losing his own son.
Even in his old age, he wanted to reunite with his blood relatives. Ziyan was left in turmoil by this melodramatic situation.
What should she do next? Help this selfish Emperor's Son, or—
"Miss Zi, do you truly know my son?" At this moment, Miao'er was not interested in discussing past events; she only wanted to know everything about her son.
"Yes! Perhaps he really is your son, but I find all of this too hard to believe. Brother Yuxuan has always thought that his mother and biological father were no longer in this world. Have you considered how he should face you next?"
Ziyan felt a mix of emotions but was also filled with anger.
"My son, where is my son?" Miao'er was not thinking about anything else; her mind was filled with memories of her son's past.
"He is in Hengfeng County Town," Ziyan replied truthfully to the tragic Beautiful Lady before her, who she could largely confirm might be her future mother-in-law.
"Is he doing well? Has he grown tall and handsome now?" At this moment, Miao'er revealed a long-lost gentle smile.
"Yes, he has become an outstanding young man with both talent and looks," Ziyan sincerely praised and acknowledged her Demonically Charming Man.
"Hehe, I knew my Yuxuan wouldn't die; he definitely wouldn't. Indeed! Thank you, heavens, for allowing my son to grow up safely. Thank you—"
Miao'er’s smile held a hint of excitement, but more so, it was tinged with sorrow.
"Miss Zi, does Yuxuan often mention me, his mother?" Miao'er continued to inquire.
"Yes, he often mentions you. He says his mother is the most beautiful and gentle person in the world," Ziyan couldn't bring herself to say anything that would upset her. Instead, she comforted and praised the Beautiful Lady before her in the manner of her own Demonically Charming Man.
"Really?" Miao'er’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her spirits lifted.
"Yes," Ziyan confirmed her words once again.
"My son—" At this point, Miao'er suddenly turned her head toward the Supreme One beside her and said softly, "Your Majesty, could you arrange for me to meet my son as soon as possible?"
"Of course, I want to reunite with you all as soon as possible too! It's just that I need Miss Zi's help to figure out how to make him understand and forgive my past foolishness and mistakes," Ling Zhiyuan comforted Miao'er while casting a nearly pleading look at Ziyan.
Buzz! Ziyan felt her mind buzzing again from the stimulation.
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