Mingyue has been responsible for monitoring Ling Feng. Her task is to wait until Ye Yun appears and then tell Ling Qingwan about it.
Now, she has completed her mission.
"Continue to monitor my father." Ling Qingwan ordered softly. "Ye Yun can't have contacted my father only once or twice. If I'm not mistaken, the connection will only get deeper in the future."
As long as Ye Yun appears frequently, there will be no problem in catching his true form.
Ling Qingwan is ready to fight Ye Yun to the death.
She knew Ye Yun's abilities very well. Neither Ling Chuchu nor the Song Zhicheng brothers were as powerful as Ye Yun.
After all, Ye Yun first caused Shen Chengzhou to almost lose his reputation, then caused Ling Xiao to almost lose his life, and finally caused him to lose his memory.
Ye Yunxian rarely attacks, but every time he does, it is almost fatal.
At night, Wei Xun came to Ling Mansion.
At that time, Ling Qingwan was still painting.
She painted this picture from day to night.
Wei Xun walked closer and carefully looked at the painting painted by Ling Qingwan.
There was only a cluster of flowers and grass in the painting, and in the yard, there were swings and stone tables. Looking closely, Ling Qingwan's painting was the Orchid Garden.
"I didn't expect that our Wanwan can also paint." Wei Xun's words were full of doting.
Ling Qingwan put down the pen in her hand, turned around, walked around Wei Xun, and hung the painting on the wall behind her.
"What's wrong?" Wei Xun noticed that Ling Qingwan was abnormal.
Normally, Ling Qingwan wouldn't hug him as soon as she saw him, nor would she be as cold as she is now.
"Are you feeling unwell? Or did something happen to you?" Wei Xun asked. He was extremely worried about Ling Qingwan.
"I've been staying in the mansion all day today. What could happen to me?" Ling Qingwan replied coldly.
"Then why are you angry with me?" Wei Xun asked anxiously.
"I didn't." Ling Qingwan frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy.
"Wan Wan..."
Wei Xun was not a fool. Ling Qingwan had only written the word "unhappy" on her face. If he couldn't see it, then she would be useless.
"I am indeed feeling a little unwell and I am sleepy." Ling Qingwan said. "I want to sleep."
"Okay." Wei Xun responded. "Then I'll stay with you. I'll leave when you fall asleep."
He knew Ling Qingwan. Ling Qingwan was different from ordinary women and would not get angry too often. If she really didn't want to be bothered and Wei Xun didn't listen, Ling Qingwan would only become more annoyed.
After taking a look at Wei Xun, Ling Qingwan knew that she would not listen to him, so she stopped urging him to leave. She went to bed, turned her back to Wei Xun, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Wei Xun did as he promised and only left on tiptoe after he was sure that Ling Qingwan was asleep.
Days passed one by one, and five or six days had passed since the last time she saw Wei Xun, and An Yi came to Ling Mansion.
Sure enough, the little girl listened to Wei Xun's words and came to play with Ling Qingwan to make her happy.
A princess came in person to comfort her. Perhaps Ling Qingwan was the only one in the world who could make such a display.
"Wan Wan, if you are unhappy, tell me. If I can help you, I will definitely help you." An Yi held her head with both hands and looked at Ling Qingwan motionlessly. "But there is nothing I can't do at the moment."
The implication was that as long as Ling Qingwan asked, she would agree to anything.
A warm feeling surged in her heart, and Ling Qingwan unconsciously gave An Yi a warm smile.
It’s a pity that An Yi really can’t help her with the thing that’s weighing on her mind.
In fact, no one can help her except herself.
"By the way, is there any gossip out there recently? Tell me about it." Ling Qingwan said to An Yi.
On the one hand, it was to prevent An Yi from worrying, and on the other hand, it was to divert attention.
"Gossip... Let me think about it." The little girl rolled her eyes and began to think.
"What happens in the circle of celebrities in Beijing is nothing special. At most, they quarrel and fight. I am tired of seeing it. But I know one thing. The owner of a fishmonger in the west of the city, he and his wife run a small stall together. In the end, he fell in love with a widow who often came to buy fish."
"Then what?" Ling Qingwan raised her eyebrows.
How could the progress of something that could attract An Yi's attention be ordinary
"Then, the fishmonger wanted to elope with his mistress, but the mistress refused and thought the boss's wife was an eyesore, so she instigated him to kill his wife."
Ling Qingwan blinked.
"Did the fishmonger really do that?"
"He did it. He was holding a fish knife and preparing to kill his wife, but his son saw him and stopped him. He was then dragged away and reported to the police." An Yi told Ling Qingwan.
"This man and his mistress are truly a pair of bastards, both of them are so cold-blooded." An Yi was filled with righteous indignation, and her teeth itched with anger when she talked about this matter.
"Oh, there's one more thing." An Yi suddenly thought of something. "Do you still remember the prince brother? He didn't work hard before. He would go out to play whenever he wanted, and would come back for half a month or a month. He never cared about government affairs. Recently, he has been working really hard. He goes to the Imperial College every day and studies until late at night before returning."
"It's because of him that every time I don't do well in my homework, my mother uses him as an example to scold me." An Yi pouted, very unconvinced.
After saying this, she imitated the princess, put her hands on her hips, and pointed angrily in the front.
"Look at you, what kind of homework do you do in a day? Look at your brother, the prince. You two are both good-looking and have big mouths. If they can work hard, why can't you?"
An Yi imitated it so vividly that Ling Qingwan couldn't help laughing out loud.
"What about you? How did you respond?" Ling Qingwan asked An Yi.
"As for me, I'm not the crown prince. How does the saying go? The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. He will govern the entire Dai Viet in the future. I don't have his ability."
An Yi pouted, looking quite proud.
Even though Ling Qingwan didn't see it, she could imagine how the princess would react after hearing An Yi's words.
"Wanwan, you finally smiled." An Yi sighed.
Ling Qingwan didn't know how worried she was when Wei Xun told An Yi that Ling Qingwan was unhappy recently and wanted to ask her to go and see her.
When she saw Ling Qingwan after arriving, she looked tired as expected, which made An Yi feel distressed.
"Fool."
Ling Qingwan smiled and reached out to pinch An Yi's cheek.
"Then I can go back and report to Brother Wei Xun." An Yi grinned, her smile particularly brightly.
"So you made me happy just to complete the task assigned by the prince." Ling Qingwan pretended to be disappointed, and her face fell again in an instant.
"No way!" An Yi retorted immediately. "I really want you to be happy!"
"When you are happy, I will feel happy. When you are sad, I will feel lost. So for my sake, Wanwan, you should be happier. It's not like you haven't experienced many ups and downs before. There is nothing you can't overcome. Besides, you have me! I am the princess! I am very powerful!"