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“Yan'er, do you remember me?” Miao'er casually greeted Ling Yuer and then walked up to Ziyan, tightly holding both of Ziyan's hands.
“Um! I remember,” Ziyan replied somewhat awkwardly, nodding.
“He—he isn’t with you?” Miao'er asked again.
“Uh? Oh, he had something to attend to and went back to the palace,” Ziyan had no choice but to say this.
“Really—is that so?” Miao'er let out a bewildered bitter smile. She then continued, “I don’t blame him; I know that as his mother, I’ve made him live in anxiety and awkwardness. Sigh—”
“Please don’t think that way; give him some more time. Actually, I know he is thinking of you,” Ziyan comforted her upon seeing Miao'er's dejected expression.
“It’s okay; I understand,” Miao'er still wore a bitter smile. “Come, Yan'er, let me take a good look at you.”
Ziyan was held by the gentle and kind Beautiful Lady, who examined her over and over again. This left the siblings Ling Yuer standing aside in a daze.
Looking at the slightly haggard Miao'er, who had traveled a long way to see her, Ziyan felt an inexplicable pang of heartache and also thought of her own mother, Zhou.
Having returned to Chu County for a few months now, with the New Year approaching, she wondered how her mother had been these past months.
During the New Year, she must take her sister and their family’s Demon Prince back to Hengfeng to celebrate the New Year's Eve with her.
“My son has good taste; look at this little face, those big eyes, so beautiful!” Just as Ziyan was lost in thought, she heard Miao'er praising her.
“I heard you can make exquisite delicacies that others in this world cannot; is that true?” Miao'er glanced at the distracted Ziyan and continued to ask.
"Ah! By the way, Consort Miao, I guess—" Ziyan's words were interrupted by Miao'er. "No, Yan'er, don't call me Consort Miao. I'm not some Consort Miao. My current identity is just a mother. If you wish, you can call me Aunt Miaor from now on."
"Oh! Alright, then Aunt Miaor can come upstairs with me to have dinner first, and I'll find a place for you to settle down. I think giving him a few more days to calm down should naturally lead him to meet you." Ziyan helped the delicate and graceful Aunt Miaor upstairs and ordered a large feast for her and her entourage.
After they had eaten their fill, Ziyan did not hastily bring Miao'er back to Xuan Wang Fu. She knew that Miao'er's sudden arrival would surely make it difficult for her family's Demonically Charming Man to face her right away.
After much thought, she decided to arrange for Miao'er and her group to stay in the back courtyard of the Drunken Immortal Residence, in the room where she used to live, as it was comfortable and well-equipped with daily necessities.
Once Miao'er was settled, Ziyan also arranged for Xiang Wang Lingfeng and Princess Ling Yuer to stay in the Guest Room of the Drunken Immortal Residence.
Finally, Princess Ling Yuer, with a reluctant yet slightly aggrieved expression, pulled on Ziyan and said, "I originally thought I could stay at Xuan Wang Fu, but who would have thought—sigh, this princess is still not favored by the Seventh Prince."
"Sister Yuer, don't think too much about it. Our Xuan Wang Fu can't compare to those noble families in the capital. Don't be embarrassed, but our Xuan Wang Fu doesn't even have a proper yard for guests." Ziyan could only smile helplessly at this Fast-Talking Princess.
"However, it's almost the end of the year. Aren't you siblings worried that your father and mother might miss you?" Ziyan suddenly remembered that these people had come at this time; could it be that they planned to stay in Chu Jun for the New Year?
"Hehe, my sister may not know this, but I discussed this trip with Father and Mother beforehand. We came specifically because they agreed. My brother and I plan to spend the New Year with you. Are you unhappy about that?" Upon hearing this, Ling Yuer immediately became excited and started dancing around in front of Ziyan.
"Well! I am quite unhappy; this means I will have to spend a lot providing food and drinks for you." Ziyan, wanting to tease and play a trick on the Fast-Talking Princess, pretended to have a serious and stern expression.
"Uh?" Ling Yuer was instantly stunned as if struck by a blow, her face turning pale and then flushed.
"Pfft!" Seeing this, Ziyan couldn't help but laugh out loud and continued, "Sister is just teasing you. You are our only princess of the Nanchu Kingdom, coming all this way just to celebrate the New Year with us is something I could only wish for—hehe!"
"Sister Yan, you bad girl, you actually tease your sister like this. I'm almost scared to death by you," Ling Yuer said angrily as she punched Ziyan.
"Ha ha! Alright, alright, sister is tired too. Let's just have a good rest tonight, and I won't bother you too much. See you early tomorrow!" Ziyan said before starting to walk out.
"Okay, see you early tomorrow," Ling Yuer waved goodbye to Ziyan as she escorted her to the door.
As Ziyan stepped out and was about to head to the front hall, she ran into Head Innkeeper Yuwen Yu.
"Oh, Head Innkeeper, aren't you going to rest?" Ziyan casually asked.
"Of course I need to rest, but my subordinate must first take the master back to Headquarters," Yuwen Yu replied with a smile.
"Well, that's fine. However, I don't plan on returning to Headquarters. Just take me back to Xuan Wang Fu," Ziyan said with narrowed eyes.
"Alright!" A flash of sadness crossed Yuwen Yu's face for a moment. Nevertheless, he nodded at Ziyan and led the way.
The two quickly arrived at a carriage in front of the door. Yuwen Yu helped Ziyan onto the carriage and then personally drove it.
Ziyan paid no mind and sat comfortably inside the carriage. The carriage headed east, and just as they were still some distance from Xuan Wang Fu, it suddenly stopped.
Ziyan wondered if something had happened ahead. She leaned out her head and discovered that there was nothing in front of the carriage, while Yuwen Yu sat quietly without moving.
"Head Innkeeper, what's going on?" Seeing that Yuwen Yu did not respond, Ziyan called out again towards his back, "Yuwen Yu, what are you planning to do?"
"You know about my situation." Yuwen Yu replied while turning around.
"Uh? Oh!" Ziyan realized that she had accidentally called him by his real name.
"You know that anyone who has learned of This King's identity over the years has met a terrible fate. Aren't you afraid This King might kill you to silence you?" Yuwen Yu's eyes revealed a fierce glint.
"Tch—" Ziyan had already seen through his attempt to intimidate her, so she tilted her head and looked elsewhere.
"Are you really not afraid?" Yuwen Yu asked again.
What good is fear? In my two lifetimes, I have never been someone easily frightened, Ziyan thought to herself, then displayed an expression of disdain.
"I know that you and your brother have had it tough. If one day you wish to return home for revenge, I will appropriately assist you. However, if you intend to threaten me, thinking you can use me to control the Heavenly Pivot Sect and its people, your plans will surely come to nothing."
"Hahaha—would I, Yuwen Yu, be such a despicable person? Hmph, don't worry, This King would never do such a thing." Yuwen Yu laughed heartily, then suddenly his expression turned serious as he said solemnly.
"Then what do you—"
"What does This King want? Hehe, This King—" At this point, Yuwen Yu paused for a moment but hesitated only for three to five seconds before suddenly leaping in front of Ziyan.
"You know all about This King's past, so what is there that you don't understand? Little girl! I like you," Yuwen Yu suddenly confessed his feelings.
"Don't dream. You know it's impossible. In this life, there is only one person in my heart, and that is your childhood friend," Ziyan resolutely rejected without hesitation.
"Foolish girl, do you not know that everyone is selfish in love?" Yuwen Yu continued.
"So what? I have no such thoughts about you. You are forcing me!" Ziyan replied without any hesitation.
"Is it just because you knew him first? Or is it—" Yuwen Yu's gaze fell upon Ziyan's body, and then he said in a deep, melancholic tone, "Because he has already possessed your body? The day after you spent the night with him, you styled your hair like a married woman. You were together that night, weren't you?"
"Uh? Pfft—" Ziyan suddenly recalled a scene from a few months ago when her Demonically Charming Man had styled her hair into an updo.
Could it be? Ziyan realized: so that guy had intentionally made everyone think that she and he were already—
Since Yuwen Yu was so convinced, she might as well play along; this way, he would surely give up on her.
With this thought in mind, she said, "Yes, so you can put away those feelings. There are many good women in this world; I'm not the only one."
"Yes, there are many good women, but this King can only hold you in his heart. For so many years, this King thought he only had one thing to do: seek revenge. But after meeting the Sect Leader that night, this King realized there is something else worth striving for in this world. That is you!" Yuwen Yu spoke earnestly.
"But you know that the heart of Thank you for everything you have done for this Sect Leader, I am very satisfied. can no longer—" Ziyan intended to say that her heart could no longer accommodate any other man.
However, before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted. "As long as you are willing to give this King a chance, this King can overlook everything from your past."
"Haha, Yuwen Yu, don't be foolish. Thank you for everything you have done for this Sect Leader, I am very satisfied. will not give you any opportunity," Ziyan resolutely told Yuwen Yu her decision again.
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