Chapter 7 - I really want to have his children
Yue'er saw Huang Ye staring blankly at the ceiling, and her heart calmed down a bit.
He seemed normal like this; with patience, there would be an opportunity sooner or later.
"Young Master, it's time for lunch."
Huang Ye continued to stare at the ceiling.
Yue'er nudged Qing'er, who opened her sleepy eyes.
"Sister, it's time to eat!"
"Okay!"
Yue'er brought the food box to the bedside.
Qing'er reluctantly turned her body to eat, but Huang Ye still didn't respond.
"Sister, it seems the young master doesn't want to eat."
"It's fine, he probably isn't hungry. He ate quite a few pastries in the morning."
Qing'er quickly finished eating, and Yue'er took the food box and left.
"Young Master, why aren't you eating?"
"I don't trust her."
"Oh! The young master suspects her."
"Hehe, that girl is not simple."
Huang Ye didn't want to reveal the assassination attempt by Yue'er just yet.
Although Qing'er was trustworthy, in this environment, being trustworthy wasn't enough; one also needed to act.
If Qing'er developed hostility towards Yue'er, Yue'er might notice something was off.
He didn't want to act against Yue'er for now, at least until he found out who was behind her.
Keeping an assassin close could also keep him alert at all times.
Qing'er was also a bit confused. The pain earlier was too much, and she hadn't thought deeply about the young master's unusual behavior after waking up.
Now, thinking back carefully, the young master didn't seem like someone who had just woken up.
He was only ten years old when he fell into a coma, still a child.
But his behavior just now was strange, somewhat like the cunning Steward Wu.
And the things he asked about, many terms she had never heard of.
She had entered the mansion at a young age. Although she wasn't as well-educated as a wealthy family's daughter, she could read and write.
She had read many books, yet she had never heard of the things the young master mentioned. How did he know?
Forget it, it's good that the young master is awake.
Sigh! I wonder when the young master will want me. I really want to have his children.
"Qing'er, do you feel any discomfort?" Huang Ye interrupted Qing'er's thoughts.
"What does the young master mean?"
"Do you have any strength in your body?"
Qing'er moved her arm a bit.
"It's okay, nothing unusual, just an upset stomach from last night!"
Huang Ye thought for a moment; it might be because Qing'er was around that Yue'er didn't dare to act.
Her target was probably just him, at least for now, she didn't seem to want to harm the innocent.
The two of them stayed like this until evening. When Huang Ye got hungry, he ate a few pastries.
He still didn't eat the dinner Yue'er brought.
"Yue'er, you don't need to come over tonight. It's too much trouble for me to turn over; I can take care of the young master myself."
"Then I'll leave it to you, sister!"
Yue'er took the food box and left. Not long after, Huang Ye slowly sat up.
He gently turned over Qing'er.
"Young Master, are you really back to normal?"
"Yes!" he replied, then lightly jumped.
Huh! Something's not right; why does my body feel so light?
Could it be that this world is like the moon, with only one-sixth of Earth's gravity?
No, other people walk normally, so it shouldn't be a gravity issue.
It must be that crossing over changed this body. With just a little force, he jumped to the height of the beams.
Wow, I didn't even use much strength, and I jumped over two meters high.
In my previous life, this would be amazing, undoubtedly an Olympic high jump champion.
Greatly improved jumping ability is a good thing; at least my leg strength is strong now.
He clenched his fist and punched the air. The speed was fast, which excited him.
After a set of boxing combinations, he felt his speed was incredibly fast. Could it be that people in this world are naturally like this?
This combination was just mimicking boxing moves from matches; he hadn't learned it.
Those boxing experts would jump around, throwing punches with both hands.
Seeing himself like this, even without training, he could have been a boxing champion in his previous life, another Olympic champion born.
After stretching his limbs, he prepared to test his strength.
Looking around, he couldn't find anything to test with, only seeing Qing'er staring at him in shock.
What kind of monster is the young master? How could he jump so high just after getting out of bed? Why is his punch so fast?
And what is he doing hopping around on his legs? Is it epilepsy?
"Young Master, you seem to have practiced martial arts, like the guards in the mansion."
"Oh! Are there many guards in the mansion?"
"About twenty or so, but they are just low-level guards."
"There are three enshrined in the mansion; they are the real protectors of the City Lord's mansion."
"Oh, do they have rank divisions?"
"I know the guards; they are all martial artists, at the Martial Master level. The guard captain is at the Martial King level. I heard the guards say the three enshrined are also Martial Kings, only the City Lord is at the Martial Emperor level."
"Oh! Do you know how the martial artists' ranks are divided?"
"I don't know much, just that it starts with Martial Apprentice, then Martial Master, above that is Martial King, and above Martial King is Martial Emperor. I don't know what's beyond that."
Huang Ye thought, it seems this is indeed a world where martial strength is revered. The stronger the power, the higher the status.
No wonder there are no emperors or kings in this world; the City Lord is a martial artist. How could martial artists be like secular lords and ministers?
But the news Qing'er brought wasn't good. The three enshrined are already at the Martial King level.
Qing'er just described his abilities as similar to the guards, but compared to the three, he was quite weak.
Whether these enshrined are related to the City Lord's concubines is uncertain.
If they are related, his danger level increases several times.
Better go outside and find something to test his strength.
Also, to give himself an accurate assessment.
Listening outside, there was nothing unusual. He gently pushed open the door, and the small courtyard was very quiet.
Thinking for a moment, he brought the wheelchair over. Although Qing'er told him no one would come at night, he still needed to be prepared.
If someone came and he couldn't return to the room in time, he could quickly sit in the wheelchair.
"Young Master, should I come out too?"
"No need, you rest and heal. I'll just take a walk around the courtyard and come back."
Huang Ye carefully pushed the wheelchair into the courtyard, placed it aside, and tiptoed to the crescent gate.
Looking outside, the large courtyard under the moonlight was very quiet.
At this hour, apart from the occasional patrolling guards, there were few people moving around in the mansion.
Huh! It seems my eyesight has also improved significantly.
In my previous life, in this kind of night, visibility wouldn't exceed twenty meters, but now I can see about fifty meters.
It seems that although the heavens didn't give me a system, they enhanced my physical abilities quite a bit.
I wonder if I now have the qualification to cultivate immortality?
If I can cultivate immortality, that would be amazing. A cultivator's lifespan must exceed that of mortals.
After confirming safety, Huang Ye observed around the small courtyard.
He wanted to find an iron rod or wooden stick to test his strength.
Damn, there's nothing here. After a round, still nothing to test with, not even a brick or tile.
This won't do; I need to conduct a simple test, and I have to do it without leaving traces.