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Just then, a young man dressed in black, with a cropped haircut, walked leisurely towards them from a distance, his face stern and resolute, with sharp cheekbones and bright, piercing eyes that shone like stars. His well-built frame exuded an extraordinary aura, resembling a sheathed sword that, once drawn, was bound to reveal its sharp edge!
"Young Master!"
"Madam, the Young Master has returned!"
The maid, seeing the young man, wore a delighted expression and hurriedly spoke to Situ Yan.
"What?"
Situ Yan, her expression morphing into one of shock, swiftly turned around and saw the young man appear in the pavilion, her face immediately lighting up with intense excitement.
"Yi Yun, you've returned!"
Situ Yan couldn't help but exclaim at the sight of the young man, her face brimming with excitement and joy.
"Mom!"
The young man curled his lips into a slight smile and stepped forward to embrace Situ Yan.
