He seemed afraid she might change her mind and harm Ping An, which is why he rushed to confess under the cover of night. This shows how important this girl was to him.
She tried to remain calm when asking the question: "Xiaoxiao, do you... like Ping An?"
Ling Xiao pondered for a moment before finally answering, "...From the first moment I saw her, I knew she was the one I had been searching for. Sang Rong, have you ever felt this way?"
Of course it has happened.
Flowers fade and clouds change, yet one can still find that special someone amidst the vast sea of humanity, and the missing piece in one's life is finally complete.
She gently helped him up, smiling reassuringly, "Don't be so nervous. Since I promised you, I will definitely not touch her again. Now that you have found a woman you admire, I am happy for you."
Ling Xiao's surprise was within her expectations. After all, the girls who had been his childhood playmates had always been expelled from the valley for various reasons.
Therefore, she explained that she used to think he was too young and was afraid that love would cause trouble, which is why she kept a close eye on him.
“You’re an adult now, how can I keep an eye on you?” She laughed, then suddenly changed the subject, “Xiaoxiao, you once asked me about your background, and I’ll answer you now.”
She handed the painting on the table to Ling Xiao: "The man in the painting is named Zhuo Yan, your father. You'll know it's real or fake as soon as you see it. You can take this painting."
Although their temperament and style are different, their eyebrows and eyes are practically identical.
"So back then you raided the black market brokerage's hideout just to find me? You and Zhuo... I mean my father, were old acquaintances?"
She smiled and said, "I guess so." Then came a long silence.
Ling Xiao accepted this fact with unusual calm. Before leaving, he stopped at the door.
"Sang Rong—" He paused, his words faltering, but he finally asked, "Do you... harbor feelings for my father?"
She answered without hesitation: "Yes. I love him."
The passionate and direct words of love flushed Ling Xiao's face. He left in a hurry, seemingly flustered, unaware of the struggle and sorrow hidden beneath her mask.
three,
Ping An settled down in Floating Flower Valley.
According to Green Ivy's report, the young master took the newly recovered Ping An all over Floating Flower Valley. The mountain peaks in the east, the river streams in the west, the vine trellises, and the flower groves were all beautiful landscapes that she had personally led the young Ling Xiao to experience.
Although she spent most of her time with Ping An, Ling Xiao still frequently came to see her, and their conversations always revolved around Zhuo Yan.
What kind of person is your father? How did you meet him? And why didn't you end up together?
"Our identities dictate that we can't be together," she replied with a smile.
As if afraid of stirring up more painful memories for her, Ling Xiao never mentioned Zhuo Yan again after that.
Compared to his father, who had never appeared in his life, the woman in front of him, who had gone through countless hardships to find him and had been with him for more than ten years, was obviously more precious and important.
Over time, even Ping An, who was new to the area, began to have doubts about Sang Rong's background and the intimacy between the two.
That day, Sang Rong overheard Ping An murmuring outside the courtyard: "Young Master Ling, why does the Valley Master always appear in such a... manner? I can't tell how old the Valley Master is from his voice."
I thought Ling Xiao would be completely open with Ping An, but I heard him say, "Ping An, there are some things that even I can't ask."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I just... Young Master Ling and the Valley Master have different surnames, so I guessed you weren't related by blood. But you're so close, wouldn't the Valley Master... wouldn't she... feel sorry for you..."
"What kind of talk is that!"
After a moment of silence, the sound of sobbing gradually came through.
"Sigh, don't cry, that's not what I meant. Sang Rong is... she's mine..."
"I am Xiaoxiao's master. Does Miss Ping'an understand now?" She stepped forward slowly, rescuing Lingxiao from the predicament.
Although she couldn't see it, she could imagine that Ling Xiao must be extremely surprised.
For the past ten years or so, she had never allowed him to call her "Master." If he did, he would be punished. Because of this, Ling Xiao had cried a few times when he was young.
"Sang Rong—"
"Call me Master." She deliberately spoke in a cold voice, casually walked over and took Ping An's hand, then changed the subject, "I have a few private words I'd like to say to you, young lady, is that alright?"
Then, under Ling Xiao's silent scrutiny, he led Ping An into the house.
Just as Ling Xiao said, Ping An was not a member of the martial arts world—Sang Rong knew this from touching her hand and feeling her pulse. But even if she had no martial arts skills, it didn't prove she had no ulterior motives.
After all, Floating Flower Valley is renowned far and wide.
Floating Flower Valley is also known as the Valley of Immortality. Legend has it that the valley master, Sang Rong, possessed a secret recipe and had achieved immortality.
"I'll only ask you this once. Think it through before you answer. Did you chase me into the valley just for Xiaoxiao?"
As the master of a valley, beneath his ferocious and terrifying mask lay boundless majesty.
Ping An's teacup trembled and clattered: "Ping An did indeed do this for Young Master Ling, but, but—"
"but?"
Ping An, as if unable to withstand the pressure, blurted out in one breath: "I have heard that the Valley Master of Floating Flower Valley possesses the secret art of immortality. My elderly father has been ill for a long time, and I only hope to obtain even a trace of the miraculous elixir! Valley Master, please understand!"
He wasn't a member of the martial arts world, but he was still involved in those fictitious things within it.
She chuckled and sighed, "Immortality is a rumor, but I do have some elixirs that can prolong life. Ping An, I can give you the elixirs. Also, would you be willing to marry Xiao Xiao?"
Overjoyed, Ping An exclaimed, "Yes! Ping An is willing!"
“That would be great. Xiao Xiao lost both his parents at a young age, and I am his only family. I should personally preside over his marriage.”
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