Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1265
Chapter 1265: Chapter 1253: Sixteen Years Later, The Mortal Arc_1 Chapter 1265: Chapter 1253: Sixteen Years Later, The Mortal Arc_1 She beckons his soul to return with her lifeblood.
He recovers memories from a previous life and rekindles their past connection.
————–Luo Fan
After sixteen years.
The residence of the Duke of Zhen is serene and quiet in the early morning. Lin Ruize, adhering to his long-held morning routine, practices martial arts. Holding the Ice Emperor Spear, he performs a set of spear techniques at will.
His robust figure moves swiftly, like a Flood Dragon, and his actions flow smoothly like a passing cloud or flowing water.
A stick of incense later, he gathers his breath, wipes the sweat from his forehead with a towel and heads towards his private courtyard.
Upon returning, he changes into clean and comfortable clothes. Once he's ready, he goes out of his chamber to have breakfast with his mother at the Brilliant Snow Residence.
“Young Master, the Princess of Yan is here again.”
A personal attendant runs in from outside the courtyard, mimicking Feng Liu's tone and howling, “Madam orders you to go to the Brilliant Snow Residence, now, immediately, without delay!”
“I'm going.”
Lin Ruize has a disgusted expression on his face. He grumbles, “Why are they pushing me when my uncles aren't even engaged?”
“Young Master.”
The attendant looks around cautiously, leans in to his ear and whispers, “Are you planning to hide in the Imperial Palace or the Regent's residence? You have to decide quickly. Madam is waiting for me to report back.”
“Tell my mother, I'm already on my way to the South to see my aunt.”
He makes a quick decision to head back to his room and pack his things, barely touching the bamboo flute he always carries with him.
“What? The South? That's so far away!”
The attendant stares blankly, wishing he could slap himself.
Who told you to put in your two cents!
This will surely drown him in Madam's wave of angry words.
“Get your things ready and come with me. We can keep each other company on the road.”
As if he has eyes in the back of his head, Lin Ruize senses his disbelief, turns around, and teasingly smiles, giving him a 'hurry up' look.
“Alright, I'll pack my things!”
The attendant turns cheerful and dashes to his room like a gust of wind.
After a cup of tea's worth of time, the two are leaving the Duke of Zhen's residence from the back gate, and with their token, they successfully make it out of the city gate. Urging on their steeds, they head towards the distant South.
*
The Imperial Palace.
A stick of incense later, Lin Jinyun hears a report and shakes her head helplessly. She lays down the memorial and walks slowly out of the Morning Sun Hall.
“Regent.”
Two female officials of the Imperial Court step up onto the platform at this time and respectfully bow.
“Mmm.”
Lin Jinyun smiles lightly, reaching the front of the platform. She turns around and looks up towards the eaves of the roof.
As expected, she spots a divine beast baby on the eaves. With its seven colourful tail feathers, it is cheerfully listening in the corner.
“Yin'er, Ruize has gone to the South alone. I'm worried about him. Could you please follow him on your way back and keep an eye on him?”
“Chirp Chirp.”
The little Kingfisher rolls its eyes and chirps, which is taken as agreement to her request.
“Thank you.”
Lin Jinyun breathes a sigh of relief, bows elegantly to express her thanks.
“Chirp Chirp.”
The Little Kingfisher circles in the air above the grand hall twice before dashing off into the distance.
*
The South.
In the Tranquil Sect's secluded cave, hidden behind the mountains, the Primordial Orb buzzes with runes, emanating a soft glow, suspended above the bamboo forest.
One day passes in the outside world for every ten inside the Orb.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, a hundred and sixty years have passed.
Through a hundred and sixty years of sunrises and sunsets, storms and changes, the small world undergoes earth-shattering transformations.
Nine-tenths of the land is filled with spiritual energy.
Chapter end
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