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On the edge of the cliff, there was a beautiful yet rustic rectangular pavilion.
At this moment, Ziyan's small face was charming, her silken hair and long dress flowing gracefully in the wind. She was complemented by Ling Yuxuan, who wore a golden mask and also had an elegant and flowing attire, creating a harmonious scene.
Whether viewed from afar or up close, the two of them seemed like a pair of celestial beings descended to earth.
After a while, just as Ziyan slightly slowed her dance, she suddenly noticed that inside the pavilion sat a man wearing a golden mask as well, though she did not know when he had arrived.
The man appeared to be admiring Ziyan and Ling Yuxuan with a smile while elegantly clapping for them.
However, in an instant, he suddenly stood up. His expression changed dramatically, and he transformed into someone exuding a strong aura of killing intent. At that moment, he tightly gripped a long sword that shimmered with an icy light in his right hand.
Just as Ziyan was about to be stunned by the sight, the man pointed his sword directly at Ling Yuxuan.
Ziyan could not discern who he was, but Ling Yuxuan seemed to have recognized his true identity long ago.
Calmly putting away his jade flute, he looked at the man with composure. "You’ve come?"
"Yes! Let’s begin, Xuan Wang Ye. Pick up your weapon," the man said seriously, as if preparing for an earth-shattering battle.
"Alright! Yuwen Heir." Ling Yuxuan casually picked up a sword of similar length that was resting nearby, its handle adorned with an exquisite dragon pattern.
He then clasped his hands together in a traditional gesture of respect, holding the sword vertically downward towards the newcomer.
Following that, the real contest began. Ziyan retreated into the corridor to watch quietly.
Initially, their duel was measured and unhurried; one would strike with a sword while the other deftly evaded. When one countered with a strike, the other would respond without haste. This elegant exchange resembled nothing more than simple sparring between gentlemen.
However, as time continued to pass, one moment, two moments, and an hour later, both sides gradually entered a state of fierce battle.
Ling Yuxuan's expression was serious. The opponent's gaze grew colder and more sinister. At the same time, that person leaped into the air as if to soar into the sky.
Just when Ziyan thought that this person had truly ascended to the heavens, they suddenly turned around, head down, diving towards the ground like a scene from a movie. The only difference was that this person was tightly gripping their long sword, aiming it directly at Ling Yuxuan on the ground.
Naturally, Ziyan did not panic and scream like before; however, her heart still trembled with fear.
As she stared unblinkingly at the dangerous scene before her, she saw Ling Yuxuan unexpectedly raise his sword horizontally to block the opponent's blade at what Ziyan considered the most perilous moment.
This indicated that Ling Yuxuan was indeed more skilled.
At the same time, a joyful smile appeared on Ziyan's face.
But after Ling Yuxuan caught that strike, he swiftly dodged to the side and then leaped upward, delivering a powerful kick to the opponent's chest.
Instantly, that person fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. With a crisp sound, their Golden Mask fell onto the stone-paved ground.
Ziyan widened her eyes in an attempt to get a clearer look at the person's face, but it quickly became blurred. She rubbed her eyes and looked again but still could not see clearly.
At that moment, she noticed that around the Cliffside Terrace where they were located, a group of Archers suddenly descended from above like heavenly soldiers. Each one was drawing back their bows, preparing to release arrows all aimed at Ling Yuxuan simultaneously.
Seeing those arrows being shot out all at once, Ziyan threw herself forward and embraced her Demonically Charming Man without hesitation.
In that most dangerous moment, Ziyan decided to use her body to shield the man she loved from all the incoming arrows.
Ziyan did not feel any pain. Because just when she was anxiously waiting, her body was already tightly embraced by someone's strong arms.
It was precisely because of this that Ziyan instantly woke up as her body tightened.
Looking around, where were the heavenly soldiers? Where was the man wearing the Golden Mask—what was his surname?
There seemed to be a character in front that started with "Yu," but she couldn't recall the latter part at all!
"Did you have another nightmare?" Ling Yuxuan asked with concern and tenderness.
"Mm!" Ziyan secretly covered her heart with her hand and then took a long, deep breath. In her dream just now, she felt as if she was bound to meet a terrible fate.
"It's okay, it was just a dream. With your husband here, any monsters or demons will be chased away," Ling Yuxuan said with a brilliant smile.
"Mm." Ziyan nodded trustingly at him.
She didn't want to tell him about the terrifying dream she had because she often heard elders say in her previous life that dreams are always the opposite. Therefore, they would not experience the tragedies like those in her dreams.
Thinking of this, she relaxed and leaned her head comfortably against her Demonically Charming Man's shoulder.
She dared not fall asleep again; instead, she nestled quietly in his embrace, fully enjoying this rare peaceful night. It had been a long time since she returned here.
To be honest, in the past days, she often missed this Hot Spring Valley. At times, she even thought about simply staying with him for a lifetime in this secluded mountain area, living such an ordinary and peaceful life without contention.
However, another part of her heart suddenly sprang up to oppose this idea. Since heaven arranged for her to cross into this time and space with the wisdom of her previous life, it must be hoping that she would achieve something earth-shattering in this world.
Thus, how could one go against such a heavenly mandate?
Therefore, Ziyan could only move forward, tirelessly journeying toward her dream destination, enduring the hardships of the night and day, determined not to rest until she reached her goal in this lifetime!
Most importantly, in this life, there was a beloved man willing to stay by her side, accompanying her through every step.
Thinking of this, Ziyan suddenly felt a sense of indebtedness toward him. How could she repay him? With this thought in mind, the next moment, Ziyan leaned forward and actively pressed her moist and sweet lips against the sexy thin lips of her Demonically Charming Man.
After tasting a hint of sweetness once again, he saw his Beloved Child rarely taking the initiative to get close to Ling Yuxuan. He immediately responded possessively, gripping Ziyan's head tightly and greedily sucking on her soft and sweet lips.
In an instant, Ziyan's mind went blank, almost devoid of any capacity for thought. She was completely immersed in this wonderful world where only such sweetness could drive away any sadness and negative emotions.
After a long time, as usual, both of them almost reached the point of being consumed by desire before they resolutely decided to stop.
Ling Yuxuan, feeling overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse, once again jumped into the Cold Pool.
"Here we go again?" Watching him choose the tragic and intense route of jumping into the Cold Pool to protect her!
At that moment, Ziyan's feelings of guilt deepened. Unfortunately, she did not dare to easily disregard this still somewhat immature body!
Then, Ziyan slightly raised her upper body out of the hot spring. A cool breeze blew by, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
Meanwhile, Ling Yuxuan had already leaped out of the Cold Pool and simply wiped himself down with a shirt he had worn earlier.
He then casually gathered their cloaks and clothes together.
Following closely behind, he approached Ziyan again, using his other long arm to scoop her waist, lifting her effortlessly as they swept toward the center of the Cold Pool, into the Waterfall Cave.
Once inside the Cave, Ling Yuxuan placed her on the Consort Couch within.
At the same time, he quickly fetched a clean dry cloth to help his Beloved One wipe off the droplets of water from her body, and recently he began to dry her beautiful Azure Long Hair.
Watching him busy with his task, Ziyan smiled gently at him with pursed lips.
"Thank you, my husband!" As she expressed her gratitude, Ziyan deliberately omitted the words "in the future." She believed that this might better comfort his loving heart.
Indeed, as Ziyan wished, seeing such a tender and affectionate girl made Ling Yuxuan relax and chuckle lightly.
He added, "Little Fool, you mustn't always speak so formally to those closest to you. It makes me feel like you're keeping your distance. Do you understand?" Although Ling Yuxuan said this, deep down he felt very happy and sweet about Ziyan's words and actions.
"Okay! Thank you—cough cough. It's become a habit; I'll change it in the future!" Ziyan exclaimed joyfully, almost slipping out another "thank you."
"You must change it. Otherwise, I will be unhappy." It seemed that the more he loved someone deeply, the more he wanted to express those insincere words.
Ziyan noticed his little pretentiousness but chose not to point it out. Instead, she found it amusing and felt a mix of laughter and helplessness.
Men often reveal a childish side when they are with their beloved ones. Even Ling Yuxuan, who was more mature and experienced than his peers as the Newly Appointed Prince, was no exception.
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