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“But…” Yang Yisheng muttered to himself as the tassels on his jade pendant became a tangled mess, “Next time you might be an old man.”

"What old man?" Zheng Zhian mumbled. He hadn't seen Yang Yisheng being this clingy during their previous two separations. Could it be that he missed him too much because they hadn't seen each other for so long?

"No...it's nothing, we just met...I'm reluctant to part." Yang Yisheng's bright eyes instantly dimmed, and his head drooped forlornly, like a small animal about to be abandoned.

Something's not right. This kid isn't the type to be coy.

Zheng Zhian couldn't help but turn her gaze to Zong Zhenping, hoping that her uncle would speak up and persuade her, but Zong Zhenping was looking at the distance on the other side and didn't look in her direction at all.

The scene fell into an inexplicable silence. Zheng Zhian attributed the uncle and nephew's reaction to their shyness and reluctance to suggest separation first, so he kindly offered a way out: "It just so happens that I have to visit an old friend, so let's call it a day and meet up another time."

Yang Yisheng turned around abruptly, his eyes wide, his face blank with helplessness, as if he had forgotten he was still heartbroken.

Didn't my cousin say that Brother Yun'an is particularly soft-hearted?

It should be that Brother Yun'an saw how heartbroken and sad he was and couldn't bear to part with him, so he agreed to go see his great-grandfather together.

After his moment of confusion, Yang Yisheng's first reaction was to look at Zong Zhenping and say in a low voice, "Uncle."

That expression practically screamed, "It's all your fault!"

As for why Yang Yisheng acted out of character, Zong Zhenping knew better than anyone.

The reason Yang Yisheng was able to come to Qingyang with his father was entirely due to his tantrums and his playful, childish behavior, coupled with agreeing to a series of unequal terms, which gave him the opportunity to stand here.

Upon entering Qingyang, Yang Yisheng couldn't wait to go to Kangxian Prince's Mansion to find Zheng Zhian.

Because Yang Lai needed to enter the palace, he had no choice but to hand him over to Zong Zhenping.

Coincidentally, Zongzhen was troubled by Xiyu, and the people from the two northern barbarian kingdoms were like a persistent leech around Zheng Zhian. Neither his status as Zheng Zhian's friend nor his position as the heir apparent of the Wuping Prince were qualified to question him.

Zongzhen's plan for the plains was to wait until he regained control of the northern border forces before seeking an opportunity to express his intentions.

After all, based on his understanding of Zheng Zhian, he certainly wouldn't marry her off so early.

But then, out of nowhere, the kingdoms of Western Yu and Eastern Er appeared, leaving behind a large number of handsome and robust men even after they left. Their scheme was so cunning that even a blind man could hear it.

With so many wolves eyeing the piece of meat, Zong Zhenping could no longer sit still.

It wasn't that she was afraid those people would actually catch Zheng Zhi'an's eye, but rather that she was afraid that one day she would get tired of being thought about and just marry anyone.

Ordinary women might not dare to or even think of such unconventional methods, but Zong Zhenping was very certain that she would do it because she was Zheng Zhian, who never cared about worldly gossip but was most afraid of trouble.

Therefore, Yang Yisheng's arrival was like a timely rain after a long drought.

Zong Zhenping went so far as to deceive Yang Yisheng: "Your brother Yun'an has an extraordinary identity. After this, it will be harder than climbing to heaven to meet him again."

When Yang Yisheng heard this, it meant, "Brother Yun'an has a special identity; it will be difficult to see him again."

First, there's the honest misleading advice from a conscientious uncle, then there's the naive teenager imagining the intrigues and backstabbing within the extended family.

This led to Yang Yisheng's unusual behavior; he truly regarded this meeting as the last time they would spend together.

"This place isn't far from the Yu residence," Zong Zhenping said with a light cough, uttering this seemingly irrelevant remark.

Yue Huan, who was responsible for pushing the wheelchair, tried hard to suppress the twitching at the corner of his mouth, silently complaining in his heart.

"Watermelon rind!"

Whenever they encounter Princess Le'an, their master's brain seems to have been eaten by a dog, and their methods are so clumsy that they are comparable to those of a three-year-old child.

Zong Zhenping's words made Yang Yisheng's eyes light up instantly, and he tugged at Zheng Zhian's waist ornament: "Brother An, why don't you... come with us!"

With a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, her chubby little face looked up, gazing intently at Zheng Zhian.

After Zong Zhenping's hesitant remarks this morning, and then observing the cooperation between the uncle and nephew...

Zheng Zhian laughed in exasperation.

Yang Yisheng grabbed her leg and swayed her back and forth, saying, "Brother Yun'an." His voice trailed off, unusually sweet and husky, and his silly, innocent smile was irresistible. Who could resist him?

Zheng Zhian pretended to be serious, keeping a straight face and not saying a word.

"Brother Yun'an".

"Brother Yun'an, will you say yes?!"

......

Under the little guy's clear and soft "offensive", Zheng Zhian had no choice but to give in.

Consider it an act of concern for my father's retired subordinates.

Zheng Zhian gestured to Ling Fei: "Go to Brother Yichen's place and find some suitable gifts for your visit. Just say it's a loan." It's not good to visit empty-handed, but buying something casually would seem insincere. Gifts from the Prince's residence are both respectable and sincere.

borrow?!

Ling Fei's mind went blank, and he couldn't quite keep up with his master's train of thought. He was only stunned for a moment before his figure quickly disappeared into the alley.

"Brother An is the best brother in the world!" Yang Yisheng cheered, showering him with praise.

Perhaps his actions seemed too abrupt and exaggerated on the otherwise reserved street, drawing attention from all directions towards the source of the sound.

None of them took it to heart.

Yue Huan's expression was like that of a wooden mannequin, his gaze barely passing over Zheng Zhian.

Only Zong Zhenping didn't think there was anything wrong with Zheng Zhian's actions. His gaze was like a light feather fluttering in, almost imperceptible yet impossible to ignore.

Zheng Zhian pretended to be disgusted and pushed Yang Yisheng's forehead outward with his index finger: "From now on, I'll just call you Shengya."

Yang Yisheng stood up straight and retorted in disagreement, "How is it similar?" As he spoke, he even kicked and punched in a very convincing manner.

To the untrained eye, he may appear quite skilled, but a true martial artist would immediately recognize that he is all show and no substance.

"Tch." Zheng Zhian couldn't stand the fact that Yang Yisheng's face almost made intimate contact with the ground because he tripped over his own feet.

In the blink of an eye, a long, slender arm swiftly reached out and grabbed him by the collar.

Yang Yisheng never expected to be proven wrong so quickly. Is it too late to dig a hole in the ground now?!

Before the awkwardness could dissipate, a mocking voice drifted overhead:

"Small dish, chicken."

Yang Yisheng instantly lost all his embarrassment and awkwardness, quickly catching up with Zheng Zhian, his voice filled with resentment and dissatisfaction: "Brother Yun'an, you've changed!"

......

The two walked on, chatting away, completely ignoring the two people behind them.

"Master, the princess is ignoring you." What Yuehuan really wanted to say was...

Zong Zhenping: "..."

"Go to Great Wilderness City."

Yue Huan looked up at the sky: "..."

It was indeed happier staying by Old Man Yao's side.

Yu Mansion —

While the old steward of the Yu family was in the process of sending someone to inform the old master Yu, he personally led the group to the front hall to rest.

The old butler had served Master Yu for most of his life. He was alright when he saw Zong Zhenping, but his eyes immediately reddened when he learned Yang Yisheng's identity. One moment he was asking if he liked the snacks and pastries, the next if he liked the sweet water, and if the wooden chair was too hard and if he should use a cushion...

After waiting for nearly 45 minutes, several figures approached from afar outside the gate. The young man at the front, with a cold and hard demeanor, lagged slightly behind, supporting the gaunt old man with a cane as they slowly moved forward.

The servants carrying the sedan chair followed behind.

A mere few feet felt like several seasons had passed; the skeletal frame supported the clothes as they moved with the wind.

Zheng Zhian was horrified, and the image of a candle flickering in the wind immediately came to mind.

When I last saw Old Master Yu in court, although he was thin, his eyes were clear. With every step he took, everyone present seemed to be able to clearly feel the traces of vitality emanating from the old man.

When Old Master Yu stepped into the hall, he immediately saw Zheng Zhian standing at the head of the right side. His face immediately turned respectful, and he lifted his clothes to kneel on the ground.

"This humble citizen..."

Zheng Zhian quickly stepped forward to support the old man's arms, took a deep breath to dispel the pent-up frustration in his throat, and said in his usual slightly flippant yet respectful manner, "If I accept this courtesy from you, I'll be skinned alive tonight, so please don't make things difficult for me!"

Yu Dan laughed and shook his head, patting her forearm with his right hand as a gesture.

"The proper etiquette must not be abandoned." He spoke slowly, still insisting on bowing with his hands clasped in greeting.

"This humble subject... has... met... the princess."

Yang Lai, standing beside Yu Dan, bowed in surprise. No wonder someone surnamed Yun could send people to the Kangxian Prince's Mansion with just a folding fan. Before this, he had only thought that she might be a member of a collateral branch of the Yun family and had a good relationship with a master of the Kangxian Prince's Mansion, which gave her such influence.

I guessed wrong; I couldn't even tell it was a girl!

"Princess? Who?" Yang Yisheng's mind went blank. He looked around in disbelief, and when he saw the tall, slender figure of Yun An, whom he considered to be comparable to a celestial being in both appearance and temperament, turn around, his voice suddenly rose:

"You're actually a girl?!?"