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As the first gentle rays of morning sunlight spilled over the Haoshu Dynasty, they touched the rooftops and spread down, casting a golden hue over the sprawling city.

In her room, Ming Yuelin felt the warmth on her face, the sunlight mingling with the faint chill of dawn. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the soft touch of sunlight lift her spirits as she leaned on the balcony rail.

Beside her, Xue Hua stood quietly, her eyes cast far beyond the Dynasty's walls, to where Zhang Yuan and Zhang Fumin had ventured the day before.

She hadn't spoken much since they had left, but her concern was evident in the way she clasped her hands together, her gaze unwavering on the distant horizon.

"I wonder what happened..." Xue Hua murmured, her words nearly lost in the light breeze that swept through the balcony.

Ming Yuelin could only sigh "I am sure nothing will happen to Master.. he is so powerful after all. But still, I am somewhat worried about him."

Xue Hua gave a nod and at this time, the door of their royal room creaked open and Long Yue stepped in.

Looking at them, she smiled faintly "Good morning..."

"Hm. Morning..."

Behind Long Yue, a servant entered, carrying a tray with cups of steaming tea and coffee. The aroma filled the air as she quietly set the tray down and exited.

They took the tea cups in their hands and began to drink their tea looking at the distant horizon.

Just then, a sudden rush of movement drew their attention.

*swoosh* Two figures sped through the air in their direction, silhouetted against the rising sun.

Ming Yuelin narrowed her eyes, trying to make out the approaching forms, and then gasped, realization dawning on her face.

Xue Hua's lips lifted in a small, relieved smile. "It looks like they're back."

"Come on!" Ming Yuelin urged, her voice filled with excitement and relief.

The three of them hurriedly placed the cups down and left the room, dashing through the halls to the front of the palace.

Servants and guards in the hallways stopped to watch as the trio hurried past, their robes billowing behind them as they made their way to the front gates.

Under the soft morning light, Zhang Yuan and Zhang Fumin came flying down and Zhang Fumin was carrying a woman in her hand.

The guards standing outside also quickly gathered there seeing two people floating down to their palace.

But Long Yue, sensing the tension, lifted her hand. "It's alright. Stand down," she commanded, her voice calm yet authoritative.

Hearing her reassurance, the guards stepped back, nodding respectfully before retreating to their posts.

Zhang Yuan and Zhang Fumin walked to them "Let's go inside first..."

They moved swiftly through the hallways, the footsteps of their small group echoing against the marble floors. Ming Yuelin, Xue Hua, and Long Yue cast curious glances at the sleeping figure, their minds racing with questions.

As they were walking through the hallways, Long Xian who was crossing that way was surprised to see Zhang Yuan and hurriedly rushed to him.

"M-Master Yuan!"

"What happened? Are you alright?"

With a smile, Zhang Fumin removed the illusion she was using on the woman and the woman's real face came into view.

Seeing the horns and the beautiful face, Long Xian's eyes shrank in utter shock "Xiao Meng."

Hearing the name, Long Yue was shaken to the core and again took a glimpse at the demon sleeping in Zhang Fumin's arms "Mother?"

Zhang Yuan gave a faint nod "Yes, this is Xiao Meng. We found her in the depths of the demonic domain, hidden away and guarded heavily."

Xue Hua let out a soft gasp, her gaze shifting between Zhang Yuan and Xiao Meng. "Then… all this time, she was alive?"

"Indeed. It seems she was kept captive, though we still don't know the full extent of it. Her condition is stable for now, but her spirit has suffered greatly."

Long Xian's hand trembled as he reached out, gently touching his wife's face, as if afraid she would disappear if touched too forcefully. "Dear… I thought I had lost you."

The years he had spent mourning, the countless nights filled with empty prayers and regrets.... all of it surged within him, threatening to break his composure entirely.

Yet, he reached out, finally allowing his fingers to brush over her scarred skin, feeling the warmth beneath them, proof that she was real, that she was alive. "Thank you… thank you, Master Yuan." He bowed his head low, unable to fully express the depth of his gratitude.

With a gentle smile, Zhang Fumin stepped forward, handing Xiao Meng over to Long Xian. Long Xian received her as though she were the most delicate treasure, his fingers trembling as he cradled her securely in his arms.

Xiao Meng stirred slightly in her sleep, her brow knitting in the faintest sign of discomfort, prompting him to instinctively hold her closer.
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Long Xian, still lost in the whirlwind of emotions, his voice choked as he murmured, "I will take good care of you from now on, dear. I swear, I'll never let anything happen to you again."

As he clutched his long-lost love, his tears fell, soaking into her dark hair as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Xue Hua, witnessing this heartbreaking reunion, wiped her own tears away, feeling both joy and sadness for him.

Suddenly, Xiao Meng's eyelids fluttered, her consciousness fighting to resurface.

Her lashes lifted just enough for her unfocused gaze to meet Long Xian's, and for a brief moment, recognition sparked in her dazed eyes.

Her lips parted, a hoarse, barely audible whisper slipping out. "Xian…?"

Long Xian felt his heart seize at the sound of her voice. "Yes, dear. It's me," he whispered, his own voice trembling as he gently smoothed her hair back. "You're safe now. I'm here."

A flicker of relief crossed her face, and she exhaled, allowing herself to drift back into the safety of slumber, comforted by his presence.

Long Xian watched her fall asleep once more, his own emotions too raw to contain.

After years of thinking he would never see her again, of grieving a love he thought lost, he now held her in his arms, a living miracle he could hardly believe.

Zhang Yuan placed a comforting hand on Long Xian's shoulder. "She'll need strength to recover."

Long Yue wiped the tears from her eyes, her gaze softening as she looked down at her mother's peaceful face "F-Father, let's take her back to the room and let her rest."

"En."

Both of them quickly left the place their steps echoing in the corridor.

Zhang Fumin watched them leave, feeling a swell of emotion rise within her and heart clenched with a bittersweet ache, stirred by memories of her own unspoken love.

Unable to hold back any longer, Fumin turned toward Zhang Yuan, her gaze filled with longing.

Without a word, she stepped closer, her fingers reaching up to trace along his jawline.

Before he could react, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, tender kiss and her hands slid to his back, pulling him closer as she poured all her hidden emotions into the kiss.

Zhang Yuan, too, didn't compain and returned her kiss softly sucking and nibbling on her soft lips.

Ming Yuelin and Xue Hua looked at each other and they knew damn well that it would take a while for them to break the kiss.

Not wanting to disturb them, they soon left the place leaving them alone.

Ming Yuelin cast one final glance at them kissing and thought 'They kiss passionately like this and still say they are best friends.' i can't understand both of them.'

*thud* pushing Zhang Fumin on the palace wall, Zhang Yuan passionately sucked on her lips, and Zhang Fumin too took his lips with the same passion as if wanting to devous his lips.

He pulled back the kiss for a little just enough to let his hot breath linger on her and trailed his lips to her jaw.

She crooked her neck to the left and Zhang Yuan pressed his face on her neck as he placed a deep kiss on her neck.

"Fumin..."

Zhang Fumin bit her lips in pleasure as she slowly whispered in his ear, "Yuan'er.. let's take this to bed."

"Hm."

*swish* *thud*

Falling on the bed, Zhang Yuan smiled, cuddling his face on her neck and showring her throat with kisses.

Zhang Fumin arched her head to let him shower her with affection as her fingers curled up in his hair "I love you, Yuan'er..."

"Me, too.. Fumin."

Rubbing his cheek with hers, "You smell so great as always Fumin..." he uttered inhaling her scent.

Zhang Fumin couldn't help but chuckle lightly and patted his head "Your lips also taste sweet as usual."

Zhang Yuan looked at her and couldn't help but laugh "Hahaha..."

Seeing his infectious laugh, she also joined with him, her laughter mingling with his "Hahaha..."--------------------------------------------------

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