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Demon Child smiled wryly, "If I were to encounter you, your clumsy tricks would surely fail. But the Ten Monsters are inherently simple-minded and easily deceived. Alas, in this lifetime, I've been completely at your mercy, little witch."
Well, let's continue. As everyone might have guessed, Ten Monsters certainly did not throw him to the monsters; otherwise, my master would have been lost. Ten Monsters was merely an eccentric old man who couldn't get along with others. Although they seemed difficult to communicate with on the surface, deep down they longed for someone to understand them; they were not evil at all. Ten Monsters brought Demon Child to their hidden paradise in the valley, allowing him to join them. During that time, they shared many happy days together. Demon Child became friends with them. It wasn't until two years later, when Demon Child was set to attend the five-year anniversary celebration of Sword Sage Villa, that he left Prajna Valley. As the master of Sword Sage Villa, he could not miss the celebration; it was a tradition passed down from ancestors. Every five years, a grand gathering would be held at Sword Sage Villa, where those with some reputation in the martial world would receive invitations. Various sects would come together to discuss events from the past five years in the martial world, and if any calamities arose, the entire community would unite to eliminate them.
I still remember Demon Child mentioning that seven of the Ten Monsters were skilled in poison-making. During those two years, Demon Child nearly learned all of their unique techniques—Disguise Technique, poison-making skills, antidote techniques, and countless other arts… all of which now belonged to me. I recall Demon Child concocting a type of poison that was colorless and odorless; anyone who ingested it would suddenly appear aged and hideous within seven days—so much so that they would frighten themselves with their own reflection. However, it was merely an illusion; after seven days, everything would return to normal.
Since Wuyou Ming couldn't come, then let’s proceed in secret. Let’s use her as a test subject for this "No Night" experiment. Heh heh. Auntie, you must hold on; I promise you'll become even more beautiful in seven days.
However, what intrigues me more now is how Demon Child, a person from the martial world, became friends with Head of the Family, someone from the aristocracy—two completely unrelated individuals.
I tried various methods to pry open his lips about this matter but failed miserably for the first time; there must be some secret he cannot disclose. It seems I need to intensify my efforts soon to uncover the truth.
"Sister Four... Sister Four, wake up—"
I groggily awoke to a persistent buzzing near my ear; which annoying brat wouldn't stop making noise?
Forcing my eyes open, I saw Brother Three looking at me anxiously. Apparently, I had dozed off during our journey. However, I preferred being asleep; if I stayed unconscious, I wouldn’t feel the pain in my back.
It was a burning sensation—very uncomfortable. Just then, a waft of fragrance enveloped me; Brother Three’s figure became increasingly blurry before my eyes. For some reason, my eyes began to sting again, and so I blissfully drifted back into sleep, an incredible smile gracing my face.
This smile appeared innocent and pure in Sang Qin's eyes. Looking at this defenseless sleeping face reminded him unconsciously of an old friend from long ago.
That was a story from decades past—a girl who had grown up alongside him like family, deeply etched in his memory as if carved into stone—a memory he should have long forgotten.
Sang Qin sat on the edge of the bed, quietly gazing at the sleeping girl in a dreamlike state. His slender white fingers gently brushed across her delicate baby-like face as he sighed softly. When had that wrinkled little girl still in swaddling clothes gradually grown up into someone more beautiful than anyone else? She had become more intelligent and mischievous while remaining innocent and kind—more captivating than ever.
Leaving behind some high-quality healing ointment for Yun Ying, he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead before sighing once more and turning to leave.
"Ranran... I will take good care of her for you... sigh—"
Strangely, why do I hear a voice in my dream that seems both sorrowful and elusive, distant yet near, as if sighing and making some kind of promise? Am I hallucinating?
A sudden coolness washes over my back, and the sharp pain disappears in an instant. How strange; it feels so comfortable... Hmm, when I wake up, I must ask Yun Ying what happened.
When I finally awaken, it is already night. I find myself sprawled awkwardly on the soft bed. Having grown accustomed to the brightness of modern life, I detest the cold, desolate feeling of the night here. Therefore, I try to keep the entire Curved Pavilion brightly lit. After all, this place is remote and uninhabited, situated at the edge of the Prime Minister's Residence; no one would notice anything odd about it.
"Miss, do you feel better now? You scared Yun Ying to death! Please don't put yourself in danger for me again. I'm just a girl; it's our duty as servants to endure some punishment. You mustn't frighten me like today again..." As soon as I open my eyes, I see Yun Ying's surprised expression and her eyes, red like a rabbit's, suddenly brimming with tears as she sobs softly.
A chill runs through me. What does it mean to say it's a servant's duty? What does it mean that girls are naturally bullied by the wealthy and can be casually beaten? It feels as if their lives are not lives at all. What kind of era is this? I can't help but feel a sense of desolation.
I reach out to wipe away her tears and gently say, "Yun Ying, I don't care about others' lives, but you are mine. You've grown up with me since childhood; your life is something I'll always protect. We are sisters who rely on each other."
"Yes, Miss. Yun Ying will follow you for life." Her eyes redden again. This kind-hearted child should grow up simply under the protection of her family and one day find happiness.
Once I've composed myself, I try to ask cheerfully, "Hmm, that's strange. Where has Brother Three gone?"
Yun Ying hurriedly wipes her tears and replies, "Master Sang told me to quietly send off Third Young Master and gave me a bottle of medicine to help you." So that coolness on my back in the dream was Yun Ying applying medicine. That medicine really works; I must remember to ask Demon Child for some to keep on hand just in case. By the way, whose deep sigh was that in my dream? And why does my forehead feel like it's receiving a goodnight kiss from my mother like it did long ago? How strange—
"Yun Ying, did you see anyone enter my room yesterday?"
"No, Miss. After I sent off Third Young Master yesterday, I ran into Master Sang at the door. He handed me the ointment without saying anything and left."
"Oh, really?" Could it have been Demon Child? Haha, I must be going crazy to think that such a gentle person could be him. Surely I'm just missing Mom and Dad too much and imagining things.
In the inner hall.
"Steward, what do you think of Firefly?"
"Sir, Fourth Young Lady is naturally clever and innocent."
"Ha ha," Xie Yushi said with an oddly calm smile on his face, "You know very well what I mean."
The Steward smiled slightly, stroking his white beard. "I understand the master's meaning. This Fourth Young Lady is not simple. She truly impressed Old Servant at the last banquet."
"How does she compare to Warm Wei?"
"Does the master want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Xie Yushi remained silent, simply turning his head to quietly look at the loyal servant who had followed him all his life.
The Steward maintained his composed demeanor and said solemnly, "She surpasses her."
"Sigh—" he sighed lightly. "Steward, after all these years, have I done something wrong?"
"The master's intentions are not wrong."
"Do I really have to do it that way? Ranran, will you ever forgive me?"
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