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At midnight.
A knock sounded at the door of the master bedroom on the second floor of Xuan Wang Fu. Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan, who had been cuddling in bed and waiting for this moment, exchanged a glance.
The two separated, with Xuan Wang getting out of bed first to open the door. He saw his subordinates Li Yutong and Li Bing returning from outside, looking weary.
"Any findings?" Ling Yuxuan immediately asked.
"Yes, just as you suspected, we found many scattered items within a mile of the supermarket, as well as a particularly large fabric bag," Li Yu replied.
"Good! Did you bring everything back?" Ling Yuxuan inquired again.
"Yes, all the items are now in the living room downstairs," Li Yu answered.
"Alright, wait a moment. I need to discuss this with Yan'er," Ling Yuxuan said before walking to the innermost room. She gently addressed Beloved Child, who was still leaning against the bed: "They found many items. Are you interested in going downstairs to take a look now?"
"No need, let's rest! We can check it out tomorrow," Ziyan replied with a calm smile, confident in her decision.
"Okay, we'll do as Future Wife wishes," Ling Yuxuan responded with a smile of her own. She then turned back to Li Yu and the others and instructed, "It's late, and you must be tired. Go back and rest."
"Yes! Subordinate obeys." After bowing again, Li Yu and Li Bing immediately left.
"Future Wife, aren't you curious about what they found?" Ling Yuxuan asked, knowing that his Future Wife always had everything under control and often seemed to have an intuitive sense about things. However, he still habitually wanted to ask.
"What’s there to be curious about? It’s not some priceless treasure." Ziyan shrugged dismissively.
"That might not be the case!" Ling Yuxuan winked playfully.
"Come on, it’s just a broken balloon and some personal items." Ziyan pouted and shrugged again.
"A balloon? What is that?" Ling Yuxuan initially intended to tease Beloved Child, but instead, she inadvertently piqued Ziyan's curiosity.
"Alright! I’ll tell you, you curious little thing." Ziyan blinked her beautiful big eyes and poked the tip of a certain prince's nose with her finger.
She continued, "A balloon, or rather, a hydrogen balloon. A hydrogen balloon is a lightweight bag-like or pouch-like object filled with hydrogen that can float in the sky and soar freely due to the buoyancy of the hydrogen."
"It can fly in the sky?" Ling Yuxuan's curiosity intensified.
"That's easy! We can have Fake Persian fix it up for you to experience it yourself, and then you'll understand." Ziyan's eyes sparkled, and after casually saying this, she suddenly felt like trying it herself.
In her previous life, Ji Shaochen had once accompanied her on the most romantic adventure—riding in a hot air balloon over the vast grasslands, overlooking the beautiful sheep and galloping cattle.
"That’s actually a pretty good suggestion!" Ling Yuxuan nodded in agreement.
"Alright then, we’ll go find him tomorrow to discuss the terms. For now, let’s get some sleep early." Ziyan smiled as she nodded and covered the prince's eyes with her hands.
"Sigh—fine! Then this King will stay by my Future Wife's side tonight for a good night's sleep." Ling Yuxuan helplessly moved Ziyan's small hand away from his eyes and settled into the most comfortable position to prepare for sleep.
"Good night!" Ziyan said contentedly to her Demon Prince before turning onto her side and gently closing her eyes.
The next day.
As the sun rose, Ziyan and her Demon Prince got out of bed one after the other. After a careful and meticulous grooming session, the two of them descended the stairs hand in hand.
In the dining room on the second floor, as soon as Ziyan and the Demon Prince entered, they saw Miao'er helping the household servants set up breakfast.
After exchanging greetings and a few pleasantries, everyone gathered around the table to eat.
Once they finished their meal, they moved to the hall and noticed a large pile of miscellaneous items scattered across the carpet.
With her keen eyes, Ziyan immediately recognized the largest and most tattered remains of a light balloon, along with some clothes from foreign tribes and various personal items that were either intact or damaged.
This further confirmed for Ziyan that the Strange-Dressed Man they had captured last night was indeed a traveler from Persia.
"It seems this person really didn't lie," Ling Yuxuan murmured, having read Ziyan's thoughts in her expression.
"Yes! This can be forgiven. However, he caused such great losses to my supermarket; while he may escape death, he must compensate me," Ziyan said with a glint of cunning in her eyes.
"So, how does Future Wife want him to compensate? I can't see if he has the means to cover our losses," Xuan Wang observed the pile of junk carefully, noting that there was nothing valuable among it.
He then recalled that last night, when they searched him after binding him, he had almost no silver coins on him. How could he compensate for those losses?
"Hmph! That's easy; if he has no money, he can compensate with himself," Ziyan said with a sly smile.
"Are you planning—?" Ling Yuxuan stared at Ziyan in confusion.
"Isn't he the one who can make lighter-than-air balloons?" Ziyan immediately replied.
"You little girl, I knew you had something up your sleeve. But will he be willing?" Ling Yuxuan asked again.
"Heh heh! He doesn't have a choice; his life is in our hands!" Ziyan calmly responded.
"Mm!" Ling Yuxuan nodded in agreement with her beloved child's plan.
"Come here!" Just as Ziyan was about to send a servant nearby to fetch Li Yutong and Li Bing, she happened to see them both appearing in her line of sight.
Just as expected, here comes Cao Cao! Ziyan smiled brightly, feeling satisfied.
"Masters, good morning." Li Yutong and Li Bing quickly stepped forward to pay their respects.
"Mm, good morning to you two brothers!" Ziyan replied with a smile, pausing for a moment before continuing, "Go bring that man dressed in strange clothes from last night to me."
"Yes, subordinate will take care of it right away." After bowing, Li Yutong and Li Bing hurriedly left to fetch the person.
About ten minutes later, the man in strange clothes was brought to the first-floor hall by the Li brothers.
"Kneel down and greet my master," Li Yu instructed.
"Uh? Do I really have to kneel? We Persians never kneel to anyone," the Strange-Dressed Man angrily refused.
"Nonsense, this is the rule of my Nanchu Kingdom." With that, Li Yu kicked the Strange-Dressed Man down to the ground.
"You are behaving barbarically, and I protest." The Strangely Dressed Man was even more indignant and dissatisfied. He intended to rise, but was immediately met with Li Yu and Li Bing drawing their swords and placing them directly against his neck.
At this point, the Strangely Dressed Man ceased to resist.
Ziyan fixed a stern gaze on the Strangely Dressed Man below and asked, "Although you come from Persia, you mentioned last night that your ancestral home was once in my Nanchu Kingdom Chu County. Since you wish to return to your roots, you must abide by local customs. This is the County Town of Nanchu Kingdom Chu County, and this person beside me, Prince Xuan, is the ruler of Chu County. So tell me, should you not pay your respects to him?"
"Uh? Well then, if that's the case, I shall pay my respects to the Prince!" The Strangely Dressed Man finally complied and cupped his fists in salute towards Ling Yuxuan.
"And you must also pay your respects to our future princess," Li Bing suddenly interjected.
With no choice, the Strangely Dressed Man reluctantly cupped his fists again and bowed deeply to Ziyan.
"Hmph! Not bad, you've shown some cleverness," Li Bing remarked.
Seeing that a show of authority had been established, Ziyan decided to get to the main topic. "Now, please state your name."
"Uh? Oh, my surname is Wang, and my given name is Sichu," Wang Sichu quickly replied.
"Mm, Wang Sichu, it seems this name was given by your elders out of nostalgia for our Chu County, right?" Ziyan made a bold guess based on his name.
"This name was indeed given by my father; he traveled far to Persia, but has always missed his distant hometown," Wang Sichu nodded in agreement.
"Then why didn't he come with you?" Ziyan asked curiously.
"Sigh—my father is elderly and in poor health, so my mother was unwilling to let him travel such a long distance again," Wang Sichu sighed heavily.
"Oh, how old is your father?" Ziyan looked at Wang Sichu, who appeared to be no more than in his late twenties.
"My father is already seventy this year. He originally wanted to return to his homeland, so he married a wife from Persia quite late, and then I was born, which is why I am only twenty-three years old now," Wang Sichu replied.
"You are only twenty-three? Are you sure you haven't made a mistake?" Ziyan looked at Wang Sichu's dirty face, his messy long hair, and his unkempt beard that seemed to have not been trimmed for ages. He certainly did not look like a young man of twenty-three. It seemed he had aged too quickly.
"I definitely haven't made a mistake," Wang Sichu confidently replied.
"Oh! Well then." Ziyan found it hard to believe, but it was his personal matter, so she decided not to ask further. She then changed the subject and said, "Let me ask you one more thing; I hope you will answer honestly."
"Of course, I will speak without reservation," Wang Sichu said seriously as he looked at Ziyan.
"That lighter-than-air balloon—oh! No, it should be called Fire Ship—did you make it yourself?" Ziyan asked directly.
"Oh, that? Of course, I made it myself! This thing is not unusual; it's very popular in Persia, and many young people make them themselves," Wang Sichu answered immediately without hesitation.
"I see!" Ziyan nodded and then shifted the topic again. "Do you know how much silver you need to compensate me for the damage done to my supermarket last night?"
"Uh? Oh, about that... I really don't know how much silver I should compensate you. Why don't you give me a number, and when I return to Persia, I'll have someone send the required silver to you?" Wang Sichu thought this matter was quite trivial.
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