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"Here! Vassal humbly obeys the sacred command."
In the end, Yulang helplessly knelt and agreed, while a feeling of silent despair surged within him.
How lamentable that Yulang did not understand the gravity of the situation. He was completely unaware that this long-past Young Master Ling Yuxuan was actually the flesh and blood of the Emperor!
For all these years, he had thought that the Emperor was fearful of the revenge that the Young Heir would seek one day.
He believed that one day, the Young Heir would return to the capital to claim his head, which was why this Emperor often felt inexplicably uneasy.
What he did not expect was that Your Majesty's thoughts were so inscrutable. Could it be that he had softened? At this moment, he actually did not allow himself to harm even a hair on that past-its-prime Young Master.
So how should he proceed with the capture?
In an instant, a small sense of despair and sadness surged within Yulang! Yet he dared not speak out or inquire about the truth.
As a cunning strategist, ever since he followed the Emperor's Son from the capital to this place, he had harbored a vague sense of suspicion.
But what could he do? If the current Emperor did not wish to reveal the truth, as a subject, he certainly could not press further or ask too many questions.
The more Yulang thought about it, the more frustrated he became.
In the end, he resolved in his heart: as a subject, it was best to obey Your Majesty without question.
Yes! Just like that. It is better to avoid unnecessary trouble; it is best not to speculate too much, as that might provoke divine wrath.
"Dear ministers, we will set off back to the capital tomorrow morning. You may go ahead and make the necessary preparations. I am tired!"
After glancing at Yulang and the other attendants, Ling Zhiyuan waved goodbye to everyone.
"Yes—" The crowd responded respectfully in unison and orderly exited one by one.
Night had quietly fallen.
Drunken Immortal Residence.
In the Master’s Reception Room.
His Highness, the King of Xiang, disregarded everyone's objections and continued to pour drinks for Ling Yuxuan and others while drinking heavily himself.
It wasn't until he slumped over the table, unable to drink any more, that he finally stopped.
At the same time, the lovely and beautiful Princess Ling Yuer was also so intoxicated that she could no longer distinguish her directions.
Watching this pair of lively siblings, Ziyan felt quite speechless.
"This has gone on long enough. I wonder if our His Highness, the King of Xiang and the Princess have thought about when they will return?"
To prevent any unforeseen complications during the night, as the princess's emotions could spiral out of control, Ziyan hesitated for a long time before choosing to gently probe the two royal children, who were in a drunken stupor and held special status.
"Uh? Sister Ziyan, are you rejecting this princess and the Crown Prince?"
Upon hearing Ziyan's words, Princess Ling Yuer, who had seemed a bit confused and was both crying and laughing, suddenly sat up straight with wide eyes, staring at Ziyan with a pitiful expression that seemed to evoke sympathy from the heavens.
"No, no! How could Ziyan possibly reject such a cute and beautiful princess sister like you? It's just that once your father and Mother Empress find out you're missing, they will surely be anxious. So Ziyan is worried that if the princess sister doesn't return to the palace soon, things will get chaotic. Who knows, someone might even lose their life because of the princess's unauthorized departure from the palace!"
Ziyan truly felt defeated by this Princess. That expression made her heart soften, but when she thought of her own Subordinate Strongman, she had to once again feign indifference.
"Don't listen to her nonsense, royal sister! She is the one who is rejecting This King! Hmph! I know, I just know that you, you are rejecting me—"
As soon as Ziyan finished speaking, the already drunken Xiang Wang Ye suddenly lifted his head and pointed at Ziyan, shouting in anger.
"Brother has had too much to drink; let me help you back to your room to rest!"
Ling Yuxuan helplessly gestured for silence towards Ziyan and shook his head. Then he supported Ling Feng, intending to take him away.
Unexpectedly, in the next moment, the drunken Xiang Wang Ye suddenly shook off his cousin's hand and swayed over to stand in front of Ziyan.
"You are rejecting me! Rejecting me for hindering your beautiful world with my virtuous brother. Right? Hehe, I know everything—I know everything—wow—wow—"
As his "mad ramblings" continued, Xiang Wang Ye Ling Feng's stomach suddenly churned uncomfortably. Then, everything in his stomach surged up towards his throat and came pouring out.
Ziyan immediately turned her head to the side, cursing this worthless prince who had no tolerance for alcohol and even less decorum.
In this life and the last, Ziyan had never touched alcohol; she was inherently disgusted by the taste of alcohol mixing with anything in the human stomach. Yet sometimes she found it impossible to avoid it, like now.
At this moment, Ziyan couldn't help but wish to send this young nobleman straight out onto the street.
However, His Highness, the King of Xiang was completely oblivious to his own state. After vomiting, he still dared to charge at her again, reeking of that unpleasant odor.
Just as she was about to lose her temper and push him out of the house with a slap, Ling Yuxuan stepped in front of them, quickly catching the unsteady Ling Feng.
He swiftly pressed on his sleeping acupoint and then turned to Ziyan, instructing her, "Take care of her."
While saying this, he pointed at the seemingly stunned Princess Ling Yuer before hoisting Ling Feng and heading outside.
Ziyan could only nod in frustration. Once they left, she focused her attention on the Princess.
"I... I'm fine."
In the next moment, Princess Ling Yuer suddenly declared, but as soon as she finished speaking, she fainted and collapsed onto the table.
These two lively siblings were truly peculiar! Ziyan couldn't help but complain.
Then she immediately thought of someone and decided to test whether he had feelings for this princess; this was her chance.
After all, Xiang Wang Lingfeng wouldn't wake up anytime soon. In the stillness of the night, he certainly wouldn't know.
Thus, Ziyan quickly rushed outside and shouted loudly towards the rooftops, "Come here, Strongman, come out!"
No one responded; it was eerily quiet around. Only faint sounds of chatter occasionally drifted from the tavern in the front courtyard.
"Damn Strongman, I know you're on the roof upstairs. I guarantee that if you don't come out now, you'll regret it later."
As soon as Ziyan finished speaking, a tall and sturdy figure descended from the sky and landed firmly in front of her.
"You—go serve Princess."
Upon seeing Strongman Wu Xiang appear, Ziyan wasted no time in issuing orders.
"Me?" Strongman Wu Xiang stared at his Mistress with an incredulous look.
"Are you saying that I, as your master, should serve others?" Ziyan pretended to be furious, glaring back at him with a cold light in her eyes.
In truth, she was already secretly delighted; the opportunity had come.
As the saying goes, true gold fears no fire. I want to see if this Strongman has the audacity of a 'toad wanting to eat swan meat.'
"No, no, my master, of course I can't let you serve others. I'll find someone else to come," Wu Xiang clearly wanted to back out and escape.
"There's no time. You're going," Ziyan said without caring about anything else, directly tugging at the tall guard's clothing and heading inside.
From then on, Wu Xiang no longer dared to refuse. He could only brace himself as his Mistress pulled him toward the now blushing and soundly sleeping Princess.
"Pick her up," Ziyan commanded again.
"Uh?" Wu Xiang hesitated, unable to help but swallow nervously.
"Just pick her up and go, hurry up, carry her back to her room and take care of her," Ziyan urged, watching Wu Xiang's expression intently.
If he had feelings for the princess, he would surely feel very sorry for her in this situation and would take even better care of her afterward. This was what Ziyan was pondering in her heart.
"Still hesitating?" Ziyan pressed again.
"Uh? Oh, yes, yes ma'am."
Finally, the almost dazed Strongman Wu Xiang slowly approached the princess in front of him.
Then, with his eyes closed and arms outstretched, he lifted the esteemed princess onto his shoulder as if carrying a sack and hurried straight to her Guest Room.
A smile of relief quickly appeared on Ziyan's face; it seemed that Wu Xiang was indeed quite cautious about the princess.
However, still feeling somewhat uneasy, Ziyan stealthily followed him to the Guest Room where the princess was staying.
Just as she saw Wu Xiang carry Ling Yuer back into the room, Ziyan leaned against the window and used her finger to poke a small hole in the paper, then peered inside with one eye.
She saw Wu Xiang gently place the princess on her bed and let out a long sigh of relief.
After taking a quick look at the princess and confirming that she was fine, he helped cover her with a blanket.
Then, while raising a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he quickly exited the princess's room like a startled bird.
Ziyan instantly teleported behind a pillar.
After Wu Xiang stepped outside the door, he glanced around cautiously to see if anyone had noticed him entering or exiting the princess's room. Then, he gently closed the door and leaped onto the roof of the nearby building, quickly disappearing from sight.
As Ziyan watched Wu Xiang leap across the rooftops toward her reception room, a relieved smile of satisfaction appeared on her face.
Fortunately, this Strongman had some self-awareness.
It seemed he truly had no improper thoughts about this Princess; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so eager to leave. If he had even the slightest affection for her, he would have lingered by her bed a bit longer or shown some small gestures of care.
For instance, he might have secretly touched her hair or kissed her cheek, or engaged in similar affectionate actions.
With this in mind, Ziyan calmly made her way back to her own room, feeling much lighter along the way.
She didn't want any unexpected incidents to arise within their camp before her beloved made any decisions.
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