Chapter 6 - Yahuan is a skilled practitioner
"Where?" Huang Ye was momentarily confused.
"That place, that place!"
As she spoke, she pointed below him.
What the hell, is this era so open?
"I don't know!"
Huang Ye blurted out without thinking.
"Let me check!"
With that, her small hand boldly reached in.
"No need!"
Huang Ye quickly refused, trying to block her hand with his own.
His efforts were in vain; Qing'er's nimble fingers easily brushed his hands aside and reached in.
Damn, this little girl is quite skilled, like she knows some martial arts. She must be trained.
The moment her hand made contact, Huang Ye's hair stood on end.
A warm sensation shot up from below, and he clenched his teeth to resist, but it was no use.
"Young Master, there's a reaction, that's great."
Thankfully, her hand didn't continue.
As she withdrew her hand, Huang Ye felt like something was missing.
"Young Master, it seems you've fully recovered."
"Seems like it!"
Qing'er lay back down.
"Young Master, I'm so happy. Today is the happiest day since I entered the manor."
"Qing'er, now that I've recovered, does that mean you won't sleep with me anymore?"
"Why wouldn't I? It's my destiny to serve you, and I'll be with you for life."
"Alright then."
Huang Ye sighed inwardly, this place is really something.
"Qing'er, tell me about the situation in the manor."
"Well, the City Lord treats you well, but the Mistress and the second and third madams don't like you. Since you became... not yourself, the Mistress hasn't allowed you to leave this courtyard. I was punished today for taking you out.
The person you saw by the lake today was the Second Young Master, his mother is the second madam, and he's a wastrel. The First Young Master isn't in the manor; he went to the Immortal Sect when he was very young."
"What! You said the First Young Master went to the Immortal Sect?"
"Yes, I've never seen him either, but I heard he's a chosen one."
"Back then, several Immortal Sects fought over him, even the super sects got involved, and eventually, a super sect took him away."
"I entered the manor when you were eight and have served you since."
"Wait, what is this Immortal Sect you mentioned?"
"It's a place where people cultivate immortality."
Huang Ye was completely bewildered. What kind of place had he transmigrated to?
No emperor, no dynasty, and there are cultivators. Could this be a fantasy world?
"Qing'er, do you know any immortal arts? The way you moved my arms was quite skillful."
"Ah! That's not immortal arts, just martial arts taught by the manor's guards.
The guards say that learning immortal arts requires aptitude, and not many mortals have it."
"Indeed, that's how it is." Huang Ye nodded.
He recalled reading about cultivation novels, where they mentioned spiritual roots and various types of them.
Different grades of spiritual roots meant different talents. He wondered if the cultivation aptitude here was like in the novels.
"Young Master is already seventeen."
"Oh! So, I've been in this state for seven years."
"Yes, in these seven years, I've had many dreams, often dreaming of you waking up, and today it finally came true."
"You've had a hard time, guarding me for seven years."
"Young Master, I've long decided to guard you for a lifetime."
Huang Ye felt a slight tremor in his heart; this little girl was definitely sincere, truly loyal to the original owner.
He was just a stand-in for the original owner. Should he take on this responsibility?
He remembered that in novels, transmigrators often took on the original owner's grudges and emotions. Now, the original owner's mind was a blank slate.
There were few memories to access, but he couldn't ignore the original owner's past because of that.
First, he needed to see what abilities he had. If he was capable enough, he would resolve all the grudges and emotions, so he wouldn't feel burdened.
If he wasn't capable, he couldn't risk his life; surely the original owner would understand.
"Young Master, you have an older sister, two younger sisters, and a younger brother, but the brother is only eight."
"Oh! So, there are only three males in my generation."
"That's right."
"Do stepchildren like me have inheritance rights?"
"What do you mean by inheritance rights?"
"It means when the previous generation dies, the property is passed to the next generation."
"I haven't heard of that. Usually, families choose the most capable person to be the head, who manages the entire family."
Heh, it seems my becoming foolish might be related to this.
But why did Yue'er try to assassinate him? Now that he's foolish, he can't become the head.
It shouldn't affect others much. Could there be other grudges between the original owner and Yue'er?
"Do you know much about Yue'er?"
"Yue'er hasn't been in the manor long, so I don't know much about her."
"Oh! How long has she been here?"
"About a month or so."
Huang Ye thought for a moment.
"Tonight, let Yue'er go back to rest; she doesn't need to stay with me."
"Ah! Isn't that bad? With her here, it's more convenient for you, Young Master."
"I'm afraid I can't control myself."
"Why control? We maidservants are here for the master's release."
"Uh! Let's talk about this later. Just tell her to go back."
"Alright, Young Master won't abandon me too, right?" Qing'er asked worriedly.
"No, you're different from her."
"That's good. I'll serve you well, Young Master." She said, gently caressing Huang Ye's chest with her small hand.
Huang Ye felt a bit warm; this girl was truly unabashed.
"By the way, what am I usually like?"
Qing'er described his daily behavior in detail.
Huang Ye pondered for a moment; acting the part didn't seem too difficult.
"Alright, you're tired too, get some rest."
"Mm!" Qing'er was indeed tired and quickly fell asleep, a hint of tears still in her eyes.
Huang Ye summarized the information he had just gathered and made a basic judgment.
This world definitely had fantasy elements, but other details were unclear.
He didn't have any system, just an ability to see in 360 degrees, which seemed useless.
He'd check his body for changes when no one was around at night.
Hopefully, he wasn't completely powerless; that would be unfortunate in a world with cultivators, surely a martial world.
If he was truly weak, he'd be at the mercy of others.
The so-called second brother wouldn't let him go, and he needed to find out if Yue'er was aligned with him.
Damn it, heavens, not only did you not give me a cheat, but you also threw so many problems at me.
Is there no justice, no law?
Forget it, self-pity is useless; I'll have to carve my own path.
For now, patience is key. If the Second Young Master's power is too strong to resist, I must be ready to flee.
Otherwise, if anyone finds out I'm awake, I'm as good as dead.
Apart from Qing'er, no one here can help me.
Not even the City Lord, my adoptive father, can be trusted; my current state is partly his doing.
He can be a City Lord, surely he knows what's going on.
Although my adoptive father saved me, it was more due to his friendship with my biological father; otherwise, he'd be seen as heartless.
In my current state, this adoptive father is likely pleased.
Moreover, as the lord of a city, he probably doesn't know much about the manor's affairs; the Mistress has the real power.
The Mistress is the First Young Master's mother, and her status is unshakable.
The Second Young Master is the second wife's son, and though he's a wastrel, he's the most likely to inherit the family business.
My only concern is Qing'er; if I run, she'll surely be implicated.
A maid in such a large household is less than a weed.
No matter what, Qing'er has cared for me since my coma, even sharing skin contact, so I must plan well, even if it means taking her with me when I escape.
Surviving outside shouldn't be too hard.
After all, I'm a modern person; inventing something and becoming wealthy isn't a dream.
With his mind made up, he drifted off to sleep.
With a warm, soft presence beside him, it was comfortable. In his previous life, he was just a bachelor; this feeling was wonderful.
***
Two hours later, with a creak, the door opened, waking him from his dream.
Yue'er entered the room carrying a food box.