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Thus, Qin Ming was outsmarted by his own Monster disciple, leaving him momentarily speechless.
After a brief pause, he suddenly burst into a hearty laugh of realization.
Once he finished laughing, he loudly expressed his blessing: "Good, my disciple is right; this is indeed the most beautiful outcome that I have hoped for. With this, in this life, I, Qin Ming, will have no regrets."
"Not quite, Master, you still have one regret!"
Ziyan narrowed her eyes slightly, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. At the same time, she had a plan in mind.
She thought to herself: If Master truly has forgotten, then I shall remind him and also tease him a bit!
"Oh! Yan'er, do tell me what other regrets I might have," Qin Ming said in surprise but quickly became eager to hear Ziyan's thoughts.
"Does Master really want to know?" Ziyan teased deliberately.
"Speak up!"
Qin Ming seemed even more interested and impatient.
"Then I'll say it! But if I touch on a sore spot for you, Master, you mustn't get angry with your disciple!"
Ziyan intended to raise Qin Ming's curiosity even higher and blinked her eyes as she spoke, pausing for effect.
Indeed, Ziyan successfully piqued his interest. At this moment, Qin Ming was genuinely intrigued; he urged her in a booming voice, "Stop dragging it out! Just say it..."
"Oh, fine then, I'll say it!"
Ziyan glanced at the very serious-looking Qin Ming and slowly articulated: "Master's greatest regret is that unforgettable love that blossomed but never came to fruition—what a regret."
At the moment when Ziyan was about to speak, Qin Ming was calmly listening to Ziyan's narration while lifting a cup of tea filled by Qiaoqiao.
However, just as Ziyan's words were about to finish, everyone heard a "puff" sound, and Qin Ming sprayed all the tea he had just sipped.
Unfortunately, it sprayed directly towards a person beside him. Fortunately, that person reacted quickly and swiftly opened the folding fan in his hand.
As a result, Qin Ming's mouthful of tea splashed onto the surface of the fan and then dripped down onto that person's outer robe at the knee level, instantly leaving numerous yellow-green tea stains of varying sizes on what was originally a white brocade robe.
Everyone turned to look at that person, and Qin Ming immediately felt embarrassed and had no choice but to apologize to Xiang Wang Lingfeng: "I am truly sorry, His Highness, the King of Xiang, are you alright?"
Ziyan secretly found it amusing; earlier, Ling Feng had been eyeing her with such intent, and now it seemed like her master was giving him a small punishment.
"Cough cough... It's nothing, it's nothing, General Qin, you don't need to worry."
Xiang Wang Lingfeng felt like crying but could only helplessly show a broad smile.
"Really no problem? Alas... this is all the fault of my little disciple!"
Qin Ming pretended to be angry and glared fiercely at both Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan.
"Master, I only spoke the truth! But why would Master be so agitated?"
Ziyan's voice had a slight playful tone, her big innocent eyes sparkling as she blinked at Qin Ming, which nearly made Qin Ming, the Paper Tiger's master, raise his hands in surrender.
With resignation, he said: "Alas, it is my neglect in teaching you!"
"Pfft..."
Ziyan could no longer contain herself and burst into laughter.
Qin Ming had a stern face and said solemnly to Xiang Wang Lingfeng: "Xiang Wang is the elder brother of Xuan Wang. If I cannot be by their side in the future, I will have to trouble His Highness, the King of Xiang, to take care of them."
"The bond between master and disciple is so harmonious that even I envy it!"
The one who was originally focused on playing chess with Old Man Mo, Supreme One Ling Zhiyuan, suddenly couldn't help but express his feelings. As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at his seventh son, Ling Yuxuan, who had yet to call him 'father' or 'father emperor.'
Demon Prince Ling Yuxuan was incredibly perceptive. He understood that Ling Zhiyuan's words were clearly aimed at him. However, as soon as he noticed Ling Zhiyuan's gaze fixed on him, he chose not to respond to this man who had dramatically transformed from a 'past enemy' into his biological father, the Emperor's Son.
For him, forgetting all the unpleasant experiences of the past and calling out 'father' without hesitation would undoubtedly require much more time...
As for how long that would take, even he didn't know!
...
Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
During this half month, the remains of the Purple Family Old Residence located in Mountain Valley had been completely demolished and leveled.
The foundation for the new house had slowly been excavated and built. As for the supervisor of the construction, Ziyan surprisingly chose her own master, Qin Ming.
By this time, the year had already come to an end. This meant that Ziyan and the guests who had traveled from the capital would have to leave their hometown of Hengfeng County Town along with her.
During this period, Ziyan intentionally asked Qin Ming to help her rebuild her home with a clear purpose in mind. She specifically requested her mother, Zhou, to temporarily set aside all matters related to the Zi Family Spiced Braise restaurant and return to their former residence to assist Qin Ming.
Zhou, without suspicion, returned to their old home alongside Qin Ming.
Thus, Ziyan happily awaited good news while leading her guests and servants, along with guards, like a grand army towards Chu County.
Due to the large number of people and especially considering the current Emperor, their journey back took much longer than any previous trips.
On the main Official Road leading to the provincial capital, Ziyan's group was not the only one traveling. Following closely behind them was another group that appeared to be an ordinary merchant caravan, always keeping a close distance.
There were no obvious unusual actions on the surface; in fact, along the way, they even checked into the same inn as their group or entered the same restaurant and tavern to eat.
Although the guards around remained vigilant, seeing that this group did not exhibit any further suspicious behavior, they did not pay too much attention.
Upon returning to Chu County Capital, the merchant convoy immediately vanished into the vast crowd. However, for some unknown reason, Ziyan felt a strange sense of unease in her heart, sensing that something bad was bound to happen soon.
But what could happen? Ziyan pondered carefully and finally concluded that the most likely incident would be related to the Supreme One of the Nanchu Kingdom, who was currently in Chu County.
Could it be that someone in the court harbored ill intentions and planned something detrimental against this Supreme One? Ziyan speculated quietly based on her intuition.
After entering the city, the group split into several paths. Ziying was taken away by Wu San, naturally heading back to the supermarket.
Ziyan then sent someone from her Demon Prince's side to escort the Supreme One and several other noble figures, including Xiang Wang and the princess, to the relay station. She herself took her mother Miao'er towards Xuan Wang Fu.
As the carriage approached Xuan Wang Fu, the Demon Prince had already noticed that his beloved child seemed to be in an unusual mood.
Concerned, he asked, "Little one, what's wrong? I feel like you have something weighing on your mind throughout this journey."
"Um, it's just..."
Ziyan nodded at her Demon Prince and then shared her various feelings of unease and intuition with him.
His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he changed expression.
"We should take precautions and make some arrangements in advance."
Ziyan then reminded those around her.
The Demon Prince nodded repeatedly and replied, "When we return, we will have Li Yutong and Li Bing go to the back mountain to select some capable warriors to send to the relay station."
"Mm!"
Ziyan also nodded lightly. Then she asked, "I wonder how much longer that gentleman plans to stay in Chu County?"
"It shouldn't be too long!"
The Demon Prince said casually.
"Uh? How do you know?"
Ziyan looked briefly confused and puzzled.
"He is a ruler of a nation, busy with court affairs, so he can't stay for long."
The Demon Prince Ling Yuxuan raised an eyebrow at Ziyan, seemingly wanting to convey his confidence in his guess.
"That's true!"
Upon hearing this, Ziyan felt a deep sense of agreement with the Demon Prince's judgment and smiled brightly at him.
Next, the carriage smoothly returned to Xuan Wang Fu. The group got off the carriage and entered the royal residence. Crossing the Artificial Lake, they saw several villa prototypes already standing on the vast ground of the estate.
Now they just needed to put on the roofs!
Ziyan, along with the Demon Prince and Miao'er, exchanged glances. Their moods were all cheerful, and in an instant, the fatigue from their journey almost completely vanished.
Ziyan looked at the small western-style buildings designed by herself and felt an overwhelming confidence in her plans to buy land and build houses for speculation in the coming year.
She couldn't help but feel overjoyed!
"Little girl, are you this happy?"
Miao'er suddenly asked with a smile directed at Ziyan.
"You're so happy, you must have some unique scheme for making money in mind!"
Before Ziyan could respond, the Demon Prince had already spoken for her.
"Oh!"
Ziyan shot a faint glare at her beloved, then quickly concealed the excitement and joy that had been written all over her face.
"The luckiest one is my son, who has managed to form a bond with such a quirky, clever, and rare Remarkable Woman amidst the vast sea of people."
Seeing Ziyan's expression turn subdued, Miao'er immediately began praising Ziyan while pretending to scold her son with a sideways glance.
"Yes! That's true, because—this is This King's Fortune."
The Demon Prince instantly understood and flashed a flattering smile at his Beloved Child, while reaching out his long arm to wrap around Ziyan's shoulder.
The force was so strong that no matter how much Ziyan tried to shake it off, she couldn't dislodge his arm that seemed to be glued to her shoulder.
Thus, Ziyan shot him another fierce glare.
Standing behind Ziyan and the Demon Prince, Miao'er chose to smile lightly and shake her head in order not to disturb the couple's playful banter. She decided to quietly retreat to her own room in the main building without saying another word.
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