Transmission of the Arts

Diao Chan's voice trembled, and her beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Is it really, truly you?"

She had been deceived once before.

But seeing the figure she had dreamed of and longed for day and night once more...

Diao Chan could not hold back her tears or her excitement.

"It's really me."

Ding Ling smiled and stepped forward. He took Diao Chan's hand and pressed it to his face. "Look closely. Feel for yourself whether it's really me."

Diao Chan felt Ding Ling's face. There was no mask, no makeup. She studied him, then caught his familiar scent. Her eyes reddened. With a cry of "Prince," she threw herself into his arms. "It is you. It really is you! Prince, I missed you so much. So much!"

Ding Ling held Diao Chan and sighed inwardly.

His People Observation Technique and acting skills were both at their peak. He could tell that Diao Chan's feelings were genuine. Only because she had missed him so desperately would she react this way.

Otherwise, with her tough, brave, fearless nature, she would never have shown such vulnerability.

Thud!

A heavy object fell nearby. Ding Ling looked toward the sound and saw Da Qiao covering her mouth, her eyes red as she stared at him in disbelief.

A fruit basket lay on the ground by her feet.

Ding Ling understood at a glance. He smiled and beckoned to her. Da Qiao cried, "Prince!" and rushed toward him.

Ding Ling opened his right arm and embraced her.

Before long...

The commotion seemed to draw the others.

Xiao Qiao, Du Qingcheng, Zhen Jiang, Zhao Xiaoyu, Zhao Bingxuan, and the other women came running one after another. When they saw that it really was Ding Ling, their eyes reddened. They were overjoyed, moved to tears.

Clearly, every one