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Jiangnan Mansion In the depths of the mansion, the moonlight is like water, creating a tranquil scene.
In a quiet corner, the moonlight spills like water, illuminating the figure of Ye Ran who is alone. This wandering swordsman hides in the mansion as an ordinary servant, his past shrouded in mystery like a mist. Despite possessing extraordinary skills, Ye Ran chooses to bury his own brilliance out of necessity for livelihood.
Ye Ran has a handsome appearance, with eyes that reveal a deep and sharpness unknown to others. When he walks in the mansion, even when doing the most ordinary servant work, it's difficult to completely conceal his extraordinary temperament. He always uses a tough attitude to disguise his true emotions, not allowing others to easily see into his inner world.
One night, Ye Ran met a colleague in the mansion's corridor, and the person curiously asked, "Brother Ye, you always have a tough appearance. With so many beautiful scenes and talented people in the mansion, have you never been moved?"
Ye Ran glanced at him, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth, and replied, "Heart flutter? In this place, a fluttering heart will only bring trouble. I only have a fluttering heart for swords. As for the human heart, that's too complicated. I dare not try."
Despite his response, Ye Ran always had a hint of curiosity about the young lady of the mansion in his heart. He often observed her in secret, watching her enjoy tea alone in the garden or flipping through ancient books in her chamber at night. Ni Chang's willful and capricious nature was a novelty to him, but he dared not get too close for fear of being discovered.
One day, while organizing the arsenal in the mansion, Ye Ran was asked by a colleague, "Brother Ye, it seems like you are quite concerned about the young lady?"
Ye Ran held a sharp long sword in his hand, gently spinning the blade, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Concerned? That's just because she likes to cause trouble too much. I just don't want her capriciousness to cause a big mess. As for anything else, I don't have the leisure for that."
Although his words were mocking, his eyes unconsciously looked towards the direction of the garden that Ni Chang often visited. In the moonlight, there was a subtle hint of interest in his expression.
At night, when everyone else in the mansion was already asleep, Ye Ran walked alone to the rooftop. In the moonlight, his figure appeared lonely and profound. He gazed at the starry sky, but his heart was in turmoil. He recalled his past life, the days in the martial arts world, and the years of swordplay and danger.
Ye Ran has endless stories and secrets in his heart, with both attachment and avoidance towards the past. He often practices swordsmanship alone in the quiet of the night, feeling his true existence only at this time. His swordsmanship is elegant, and his sword energy is unrestrained, as if he is in dialogue with the whole world.
On this night, Ye Ran fell into deep contemplation about poverty and hunger. His stomach growled. Thinking that there should be leftover food in the kitchen of the mansion, he gracefully slid down from the roof like a swallow, silently sneaking towards the kitchen like a gust of wind.
Ye Ran walked and mocked himself, "Looks like I'm going to play the role of a thief tonight." Upon reaching the kitchen, his eyes lit up as he saw a freshly roasted chicken emitting an enticing aroma. As he reached out to take it, he suddenly heard a faint sound, instantly becoming alert.
Ye Ran swiftly moved like a phantom, quickly hiding in the dark. Another servant from the mansion stumbled into the kitchen, looking like he was also there to steal a meal.
Ye Ran secretly sneered, thinking to himself, "There are really interesting characters in this mansion."
After the person finished eating the chicken leg and left satisfied, Ye Ran quickly moved to pick up the chicken, but suddenly heard a light cough behind him.
Turning around, it turned out to be another servant in the mansion. The person had a look of "I understand everything" on their face, with a slight smile at the corner of their mouth.
Ye Ran couldn't help but smile and said, "Hey, it looks like you also know the little secret of this kitchen."
The man's face revealed a hint of cunning, and he responded, "Brother Ye, how about splitting this chicken in half? We are both partners in crime tonight."
Ye Ran pretended to look disdainful and replied, "Just based on your appearance after a full meal? Forget it. You help me spread the word, and consider this chicken as my thank-you gift."
The man nodded in satisfaction when he heard that. Ye Ran then carried the chicken, a satisfied smile on his lips, thinking to himself, "Life in this mansion is not without its unique little surprises."
As Ye Ran left with his spoils, the kitchen returned to its calm state, with only the rustling of the wind and the contented laughter of the servant remaining.
Returning to his room, Ye Ran sat on the edge of the bed, gnawing on chicken, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He thought of the rumored willful and capricious young lady, and of everything in this mansion. Perhaps in this girl, he saw a reflection of his past self, the one who had yearned for freedom and adventure.
As Ye Ran gnawed on the chicken, his thoughts grew deeper. He couldn't stay here for too long; his past could bring danger to the mansion at any time. Yet, he couldn't bear to leave just like that. After all, in this mansion, he had found a long-lost sense of peace and tranquility.
At that moment, there was suddenly a commotion outside the mansion. Ye Ran immediately set down the chicken in his hand and quickly walked to the window. He saw several figures in black quietly approaching the mansion, their movements skilled and alert, clearly not ordinary people.
Ye Ran's heart tightened - these people might be here for him. He had made many enemies in the martial world, and perhaps they had tracked him here. Ye Ran swiftly put on his clothes, picked up his long sword, and prepared to face any potential conflict.
He quietly opened the window, then leapt out like a swallow, landing lightly behind a large tree on the estate. Ye Ran's eyes were sharp as swords as he observed the movements of these black-clad figures, quickly formulating a plan of action in his mind.
The black-clad figures split into several groups, some sneaking towards the main building of the estate, while others patrolled the area. Ye Ran analyzed the situation calmly, knowing that he couldn't let these people break into the estate, or else Ni Chang and other innocent people would be in danger.
He silently approached a group of black-clad individuals on patrol, moving swiftly and lethally. His swordsmanship was sharp, each strike aimed directly at vital points. In just a moment, those black-clad individuals had been silently and efficiently dealt with by him.
Ye Ran didn't pause, quickly moving towards another group of black-clad individuals. This time, he encountered stronger opponents, clearly trained professionals, and engaged in a fierce battle with Ye Ran. In the moonlight, the shadows of their swords intertwined, emitting crisp collision sounds.
Ye Ran's swordsmanship is fierce, and each sword carries the momentum of wind and thunder. Although the black-clothed men are strong in battle, they ultimately fall one by one before Ye Ran's exquisite swordsmanship.
After the battle, Ye Ran stands in a corner of the mansion, breathing heavily. His eyes shimmer with the afterglow of battle, but at the same time, there is deep exhaustion. This battle is only the beginning; his past is still chasing after him.
Ye Ran slowly sheathed his sword, determined not to let the people here be threatened again. He had made up his mind to protect everyone here, especially Ni Chang, who had piqued his curiosity.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the mansion, Ni Chang slept peacefully in her chamber, unaware that the mysterious servant had quietly entered her life, bringing about new changes with his presence.
Just as Ye Ran was about to return to his room, a voice came from behind him, breaking the silence of the night: "Trying to steal the chicken but end up losing the rice, huh?"
Ye Ran quickly turned around and saw a middle-aged servant standing there, with a hint of mockery on his face. This person was the old servant in the mansion, named Han Wudao, who had always been wary of Ye Ran.
Ye Ran His brows furrowed, then he raised them and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
Han Wudao Shaking his head, he said, "I just feel that you, as an outsider, seem to be not simple. You have to explain tonight's activities."
Ye Ran's eyes flashed with a hint of vigilance. He knew that Han Wudao was an old man in the mansion, well-versed in the affairs of the estate. He chuckled lightly and retorted, "You are being overly suspicious. I am just a servant, what kind of trouble could I possibly stir up?"
A trace of disbelief flashed in Han Wudao's eyes as he stared intently at Ye Ran, and he said in a deep voice, "This mansion may be grand, but it is not a place where you can come and go as you please. I will eventually uncover your true identity."
Ye Ran flashed a hint of cold light in his eyes, but he suppressed the killing intent in his heart and calmly replied, "It's up to you then. But I'll remind you, meddling in other people's business often leads to a bad ending."
After speaking, Ye Ran turned and left, leaving Han Wudao alone in the night.
The moonlight gradually fades, and the night grows deeper. Ye Ran lies on the bed, but his mind cannot find peace. His thoughts wander in this mansion, occasionally recalling the clear eyes of the young lady and her delicate figure. Once his identity is exposed, it will bring endless trouble to her. Ye Ran secretly resolves in his heart that no matter what, he cannot let anyone know his identity.
In the quiet of the night, the mansion returns to tranquility. Although Ye Ran is in this peaceful place, his heart is like a small boat in a storm, always at risk of encountering unknown dangers.
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