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But as Ziyan once again met the eager gazes of the two, she felt as if her heart was being pressed down by a thousand-pound jack, making it almost difficult to breathe.
"Miss Zi, in this life, I only wish to see my son once more while I am still alive. I beg you, I truly beg you," Miao'er said, her voice breaking into sobs.
"I? Madam, I will do my best to help you," Ziyan replied, finding it hard to refuse her in such a state, and nodded in agreement.
"Thank you, Miss Zi, thank you, Miss Zi," Miao'er said repeatedly, nodding like a child. Suddenly, while wiping her tears, she revealed a smile.
She then reached out enthusiastically to pull Ziyan into a seat and turned her head coldly to glance at Ling Zhiyuan, saying politely yet distantly, "I would like to have a private conversation with Miss Zi. May I ask if Your Majesty would be willing to allow this?"
"Uh? Oh, yes, yes, yes. I will take my leave now," Ling Zhiyuan repeated the last four words nervously and carefully led Elder Eunuch away from the Pavilion towards the courtyard gate.
As Ziyan and Miao'er watched Ling Zhiyuan walk away, they both felt much more relaxed. Especially Ziyan; she genuinely sympathized with this future mother-in-law but had little regard for Ling Zhiyuan! After all, all of this stemmed from the selfish actions of that man long ago.
"Miss Zi," Miao'er called out Ziyan's name while carefully examining her and continued, "Just looking at you tells me you must be a good girl. If my son has someone like you by his side, I will have no regrets in death."
"Madam, you flatter me. This is not your fault at all. If Brother Yuxuan knew you were still alive, he would be very happy. It's just that he has been fixated on avenging you and the prince for many years. If he suddenly finds out that the prince is actually his biological father, I don't know how he will cope with that."
As Ziyan spoke, she turned her gaze towards the Supreme One who had retreated to the courtyard gate alongside Elder Eunuch.
"Yes, this is also my greatest worry. I do not want to see him one day having to kill his own father, even though his father has committed countless wrongs. But blood is thicker than water! Therefore, I sincerely hope that Miss Zi can intervene if such a tragedy were to occur in the future."
Miao'er nodded as she expressed her long-held concern and fear about this possibility.
"I will do my best; however, Madam, do you really intend to remain trapped here for the rest of your life?" After asking this question, Ziyan immediately regretted it. Given the situation, it was clear she was not willingly imprisoned here either. Wasn't she also trapped by circumstances beyond her control?
It seemed that not only did she need to prevent such a cruel tragedy from happening but also find a way to rescue Miao'er—who was also the biological mother of her Demonically Charming Man—from this place.
Suddenly, a bold and bizarre idea appeared in Ziyan's mind.
But could she accomplish this alone? It seemed that this matter required careful planning.
How could she possibly bring up this unbelievable truth with the Demonically Charming Man? In an instant, Ziyan found herself in a dilemma.
"I certainly do not wish for this; what else can I do? Unless my son is willing to take me away from here. Sigh—" Miao'er sighed helplessly.
"Then if one day I, along with Brother Yuxuan, am willing to bring you to our side and live in seclusion from now on, would you agree, Madam?" Ziyan tentatively expressed her thoughts.
Just as Ziyan's words came to a halt, she noticed Miao'er gazing at her with bright eyes.
However, that sparkle quickly faded. "If that day really comes, I would be very willing. Leaving this grand palace has been my greatest wish for over a decade. If I could accompany my son and witness his marriage, and see my grandchildren born, that would be the greatest blessing from heaven! Alright, Miss Zi, I will wait for your good news."
"Yes, we will definitely make sure you get married," Ziyan replied confidently, nodding her head at Miao'er’s eager expectations and long-held wishes.
As the two continued their conversation, time flew by. However, no matter how much they talked, the moment of parting would eventually arrive.
When it was time to say goodbye, Miao'er was reluctant to let go of Ziyan's hand, holding it tightly as if she were grasping her son Gu Yuxuan's hand.
She accompanied Ziyan all the way to the gate and was still unwilling to return to the Yard. Ziyan also turned back several times, smiling reassuringly at her future mother-in-law.
Finally, everyone returned to Ling Zhiyuan's chamber. Ling Zhiyuan looked deeply at Ziyan with an expression that seemed to hold back words.
After a long pause, he finally smiled gently and instructed, "Miss Zi, you should head back first. As for my matters, please consider them carefully and come up with a good plan for me."
With that said, Ling Zhiyuan turned his head towards Elder Eunuch Chief Steward Pan and instructed him as well: "Go ahead and use my dragon carriage to escort Miss Zi out of the palace. If I am not mistaken, my two princes must be waiting at the palace gate; just hand her over to Sixth Prince."
Upon hearing this, Ziyan was suddenly startled; she hadn’t expected that the Emperor's Son was quite perceptive!
At once, Ziyan thanked the Supreme One and then boarded the Emperor's Son's palanquin to exit the palace.
As expected by both her and the Emperor's Son: Crown Prince Ling Xianjun and Xiang Wang Lingfeng’s carriages were indeed parked on either side of the palace gate.
As soon as the palace gates opened wide, both princes walked over simultaneously.
Naturally, Ziyan chose to stand beside Ling Feng while Ling Xianjun looked on with jealousy and a cold expression. He then tactfully turned around and retreated into his own carriage.
At this moment, Ling Feng took Ziyan's hand and helped her onto his carriage. Soon after, the two luxurious carriages departed in opposite directions.
Inside the carriage, Xiang Wang Lingfeng repeatedly wanted to ask Ziyan what she had discussed with his Emperor Dad and whether his Emperor Dad had made things difficult for her.
However, Ziyan responded with silence until Ling Feng felt exhausted from asking questions and finally stopped.
It wasn't that she didn't want to answer him; it was just that ever since leaving the palace, Ziyan had unconsciously recalled something: last night, she vaguely seemed to have seen her Demonically Charming Man, or perhaps it was in a dream?
That feeling was both real and illusory. Ziyan strained her mind to remember, to recall. It felt like a dream but also not; could it be that she missed him so much that she created such an illusion?
She returned to the third floor of the Zi Family Spiced Braise in a daze, her mind still occupied with fragments of last night.
"You don't seem to be in good shape today. You should rest well. I'll come find you early tomorrow morning, and then I'll take you into the palace to select ingredients. We only have a week, so we need to hurry."
Suddenly, Ling Feng's careful reminder reached her ears.
Ziyan then realized that while she was lost in thought, a Xiang Wang Ye had been following her all along.
At this moment, she became aware that she had a major battle to prepare for in the coming days. So, she quickly smiled at Ling Feng and nodded in agreement, "Okay, thank you, Xiang Wang Ye. See you tomorrow morning."
"Alright! See you tomorrow morning." Xiang Wang Lingfeng really wanted to hear her invite him to stay, even if it was just for dinner together. But clearly, she had no such intention.
Thus, Ling Feng could only self-deprecatingly smile to himself before turning away and waving goodbye as he strode off.
It wasn't until she heard his footsteps fading away that Ziyan quietly leaned against the large round table in the room and sat down.
She needed to adjust her mindset; she had to make sure the emperor's birthday banquet was lively and festive. It was also time for her to return to Hengfeng County Town, see her family, and look for her own Demonically Charming Man.
No matter what, this truth would have to be revealed to him sooner or later; otherwise, given his temperament, something serious might happen next.
At this moment, Ziyan clearly remembered how he had repeatedly expressed his desire for revenge against Ling Zhiyuan. She had to inform him of all the truths before he took action.
As she thought about it, perhaps she was simply too tired? Ziyan unexpectedly fell asleep right there on the table.
When she woke up again, she was stunned by the scene before her. She had clearly been resting on the table, but now she found herself lying comfortably in bed, with the covers tucked around her snugly.
This was truly bizarre; she hadn't sensed anything at all or felt anyone moving her.
Ziyan anxiously pulled back the covers and jumped out of bed. After quickly fixing her hair, she rushed to the door and shouted, "Someone come!"
Within a minute, several people rushed to the door. Qi Yu was the first to arrive. He looked at Ziyan and asked with concern, "Sect Leader, is something wrong?"
At the same time, Yang Xiaodie appeared and said, "Master, did you have a nightmare?"
"Uh? No, I just... why didn't I see any of you when I came back earlier?" Ziyan asked, confused by the group in front of her.
"Master, when you entered the palace this morning, Qi Zhanggui and Senior Xu secretly followed you. They have been protecting you from the shadows. Later, they found you asleep in your room, and Qi Zhanggui carried you to bed," Yang Xiaodie explained.
When mentioning that Qi Zhanggui had carried Ziyan to bed, Yang Xiaodie's voice became a bit stuttery.
"Oh, so that's how it was? Then why didn't I see you when I came back?" Ziyan felt her face flush slightly and quickly changed the subject.
"Uh? Me? I'm sorry, Master. Yang Xiaodie didn't know why but has had an upset stomach since this morning. So when you came back, I was going downstairs to the restroom. Please punish me!" Yang Xiaodie said, her face turning as red as a lantern.
I see, Ziyan thought, feeling speechless. It seemed that this maid was just unwell. But it turned out that Qi Yu was the one who carried her to bed!
Just thinking about that moment made Ziyan feel embarrassed. Afraid that others would notice her awkwardness, she could only pretend to be casual and waved at everyone. "Um, have someone inform the kitchen that I'm hungry and say thank you for everything you have done for this Sect Leader; I am very satisfied."
"Yes, Master. I will go inform the kitchen right away," Yang Xiaodie immediately nodded in agreement.
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