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"Ah—fine, it seems This King is being one-sided, but This King truly feels heartbroken, very hurt, very hurt."
Ling Feng knew that his reasons were neither justifiable nor coherent, so he could only suppress the pain in his heart, yet he still appeared somewhat nonchalant.
He even pretended to be a bit shameless and foolish as he continued, "Alright, This King is hungry. Can I get a few cups of fine wine and a delicious meal here? That Garlic Ribs is truly fragrant and crispy, and then there's that Steamed Sweet Pork, ah— it feels like one could eat it endlessly!"
As he spoke, he crossed his arms and feigned an expression of deep indulgence, causing the others present to involuntarily roll their eyes at him.
But at that moment, what he was actually thinking was that since he had little chance in this lifetime, being able to spend some time with them occasionally was already quite satisfying.
Who could blame fate for playing tricks? Who could blame the heavens for not arranging for him to meet her sooner? He couldn't take her love away either because she was the treasured darling of his once closest cousin!
Now having the opportunity to show off in front of her, act foolishly, and be cute was quite nice.
"Oh! That can be arranged." Ziyan gave him a big, rude eye roll but ultimately agreed to Xiang Wang Ye's small request with resignation.
Then, Ziyan walked to the door and called out, "Come here—"
In an instant, instead of Wu Xiang, the person who appeared was the Head Innkeeper—Qi Yu.
"Eh—why is Qi Zhanggui not on the third floor but here in the backyard?" Ziyan was momentarily taken aback because usually Qi Yu spent most of his time guarding his territory on the third floor.
"Hehe, Master, everything outside is fine today. I left it to the deputy Shopkeeper to watch over. I came over to see if my master has any special tasks for Subordinate," Qi Yu said sincerely while smiling and looking at this seemingly quirky yet beautiful and dignified master.
In fact, he had always been filled with a peculiar curiosity about this new master and often found himself inexplicably wanting to learn more about her.
"Oh, well! There's something you can do now. Go tell Chef Hong Gang to prepare some good dishes and then send a Clerk to bring them to my room."
Since someone has come to offer help, why not take advantage of it?
To avoid having a burden by my side, I didn't even bring my maid Yang Xiaodie out of Ren Shi Tang today. At this moment, Wu Xiang still hadn't returned.
It's better to make use of the opportunity, so let him run an errand to the kitchen; it saves me from having to go myself.
Just as Qi Yu was about to leave after responding, Strongman Wu Xiang finally appeared.
When Ziyan's eyes caught his slightly wandering gaze, a hint of doubt and strong curiosity arose in her heart.
"Hey—Strongman, why did it take you so long to send the princess?"
"Uh? It's my fault, I messed up. Just now, I angered the princess." Strongman Wu Xiang immediately bent over and blamed himself.
"Oh—this really happened?" Ziyan's gossiping heart became even stronger.
"It was my mistake; I'm willing to accept punishment." Wu Xiang kept his head down and didn't dare to look up.
"Come on, it's not a big deal. By the way, you went to the capital and then returned with the princess and the prince. You must have shown your face in front of the princess quite a bit, right?" Ziyan squinted her eyes and changed the subject, pressing for more details.
"Uh? My lord, don't tease me; I wouldn't dare." The rough-skinned, dark-faced Strongman Wu Xiang suddenly turned beet red.
"Oh, you're blushing? And you say there's nothing going on? If there was nothing, why would you have angered the grand princess?"
Ziyan stepped out of the room while speaking, quickly approaching Wu Xiang and starting to pressure him, saying, "Come on, be honest with me, and I might spare you."
"Uh? Well—it's just that Princess asked me about some matters between you and Young Master. I, uh, didn't say anything. Then, she seemed to get angry?"
Ziyan stared intently at his face, sensing a hint of sorrow and difficulty in his eyes as he spoke.
At that moment, her intuition told her that the princess would never blame a servant for merely protecting their master.
Especially in this era, a loyal servant is something everyone appreciates. Moreover, from her observations of Wu Xiang over the years, the princess could not possibly have bribed him.
So there must be something else going on! What could it be? Perhaps—
Could it be feelings? Ever since that day when Wu Xiang returned with her siblings, Ziyan often noticed that this lofty princess would occasionally sneak glances at Strongman Wu Xiang.
Oh, if a stunningly beautiful princess fell in love with an ordinary martial artist from a sect of Death Warriors, what kind of uproar would that cause?
Thinking of this, Ziyan once again fixed her gaze on Wu Xiang, examining him over and over again with her eyes.
After careful observation, Ziyan realized that Wu Xiang not only possessed immense strength but also had quite an appealing appearance.
With a standard square face and thick eyebrows and bright eyes, if he were to find himself in times of war, given the opportunity to showcase his abilities, he might very well become a general.
No matter how she looked at him, he exuded the aura and demeanor of a great leader.
His appearance completely aligned with the aesthetic standards of many people in this era; thus, it was entirely possible for the princess to take an interest in him.
Ziyan's eyes narrowed slightly again.
"Hey, did the princess take a liking to you?" Ziyan asked directly without hesitation.
"How, how, how could that be? Wait, my lord, don't say anything more. I, Subordinate, really need to go to the Toilet right now..."
Wu Xiang initially held onto a glimmer of hope, but at this moment felt that his brain was completely overwhelmed. He decided to do as he did before in the princess's room and made a quick escape on the spot.
"Come back—" Ziyan called out with a mix of amusement and annoyance, hands on her hips.
"I'm sorry, Subordinate..." Wu Xiang's voice quickly faded into the distance, and soon the surroundings fell silent.
Ziyan's earlier shout and their conversation had already startled the two esteemed young masters inside the room.
Just as Ziyan stood there in a moment of frustration, both young masters stepped out of the room and approached her.
"Wow, so now even servants can make their masters this angry," Xiang Wang Ye Ling Feng remarked, seemingly enjoying the situation and fanning the flames.
"Heh heh, I still need to ask His Highness, the King of Xiang, why our servant has changed so much after going to the capital and returning with you. What kind of enchantment or fright did you give him?"
Ziyan's eyes glinted with coldness as she stared intently at Ling Feng, knowing full well what she was asking.
"Well—uh, it seems that Yuer has been paying a bit too much attention to your servant. So—let's go inside and talk."
Xiang Wang Ling Feng glanced around nervously, fearing that there might be ears listening in this courtyard, and urged everyone to enter the room.
"Speak! What's going on?" As soon as they entered the room and the three of them had just taken their seats, Ziyan asked.
"You may not know this, but on the very day your Strongman entered the city gates, Yuer secretly took only a maid out of the city to play. They encountered Bandits, and thanks to Wu Xiang's rescue, well, from that moment on, Yuer has been almost glued to me and insisted on coming along with us. So I guess that's how it is."
At this point, Xiang Wang Lingfeng sighed in frustration.
"This is troublesome. How could your Emperor Father approve of someone like Wu Xiang, a mere servant? How could he become the current prince consort?"
Ziyan exclaimed in disbelief.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The princess is of Golden Branch and Jade Leaf. If a lowly servant dares to covet the esteemed princess, it would be nothing but a daydream—and seeking death!"
Xiang Wang Lingfeng immediately dismissed the idea, his eyes flashing with a fierce murderous intent.
After that, everyone fell into silence.
It wasn't until a long while later that Ziyan was the first to speak up: "I don't believe Wu Xiang would have such boldness, but how can we make your Princess Yu'er give up on this thought?"
After Ziyan spoke, he looked at the two young masters sitting not far from him, both of whom had rather complicated expressions at the moment. However, both seemed at a loss for words and didn't know how to respond.
Thus, everyone fell silent again.
Ziyan looked around in dissatisfaction, glancing from one person to another. Finally, he fixed his gaze entirely on his own Demonically Charming Man.
To his surprise, the man merely looked at him as if he were an adorable little pet.
Moreover, there was a sense of detachment, as if some matters were none of her concern, while she playfully blinked those enchanting eyes at herself. It seemed like temptation, yet also like teasing her.
"Are you all really not planning to do anything next?" Ziyan asked again.
At that moment, the Demonically Charming Man suddenly spoke up, "I believe it's best if we don't get involved in such matters; time will decide everything. Girl, there's nothing wrong with love itself, is there?"
"No, not getting involved would mean things could develop in a worse direction."
His Highness, the King of Xiang, suddenly stood up as if he had been stung by something hot. "It seems I need to go talk to Yuer."
"Brother, are you looking for me?" A soft voice came from the entrance just as everyone was caught off guard.
"Ah! The Princess is here?" Ziyan laughed and rushed forward to greet her, trying to ease the awkwardness among the group.
"Yes, thank you, Sister Yan. I'm fine; I just rested a bit and feel much better now," Ling Yuer smiled back at Ziyan, trying to appear calm.
"Yuer, I want to talk to you alone," Ling Feng said as he quickly walked up to Ling Yuer and took his sister's hand, intending to leave.
"Sixth Brother, there's no need. I know what you all are worried about." To everyone's surprise, Ling Yuer seemed ungrateful and pushed her brother's hand away. She walked to the center of the room and turned back to the others, saying, "I know this feeling might end without resolution. I'm not afraid to tell you that this is just my one-sided affection; in fact, Wu Xiang was unaware of it. I just wanted to test him out—ha ha! I scared him away."
At the end of her words, Ling Yuer let out a faint bitter smile.
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