However, turning my head inward seemed useless, as I could still see the scenery behind me.
Damn it, God, the superpower you gave me seems to be specifically for peeping!
Seeing Qing'er’s grimacing expression, Huang Ye clenched his fists, a strange surge of anger rising in his heart.
Heh heh, so you are the Second Young Master, huh? I’ve already remembered you. Since you are unkind to me, your younger brother, don’t blame me for being unjust. A true gentleman does not rest until his revenge is exacted.
With a “creak!” sound, Yue’er entered, carrying clothes.
On the clothes was a small box. Huang Ye buried his head in the quilt, fearing he couldn’t stand it.
The sight of her changing was too much to bear, and he could easily have a nosebleed all over the bed.
A moment later, he heard sounds of “hiss ah! hiss ah…” by his ear.
Huang Ye’s little heart pounded as he listened.
“Sister, they really went through with it.”
“Heh heh, this is already good. It was only five lashes because Butler Wu interceded.”
“These five lashes were harsh enough; my little bottom is almost ruined.”
After they busied themselves for a while, Qing’er was finally helped onto the bed.
“Sister, you lie on the bed for two days, and I’ll take care of both of you.”
“Thank you, little sister!”
“You’re too kind, sister. I’ll cover you both with the quilt.”
Her soft, delicate body leaned against Huang Ye.
Yue’er tidied up a bit and then left.
Huang Ye’s head also emerged from the covers.
Turning his head, he looked at Qing’er, who was lying prone, and his heart involuntarily trembled.
He subconsciously asked, “Does it hurt a lot?”
Qing’er suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at Huang Ye.
With a surprised cry of “Ah!”, her small mouth opened wide, her face filled with confusion and bewilderment.
“Young Master, was that you speaking just now?” Qing’er asked, her voice trembling.
She had already seen Huang Ye’s clear eyes, devoid of any confusion.
“Yes, I said, ‘Does it hurt a lot!’”
A small hand reached out, touched Huang Ye’s face, and pinched it hard!
Damn it, she should be pinching herself, shouldn’t she? Huang Ye frowned!
“Young Master, I’m not dreaming, am I? You’ve really woken up.”
Huang Ye smiled and nodded gently.
Whoosh! The Xiao Yatou’s tears flowed continuously like a surging river.
Qing’er didn’t look at him; she buried her head directly into the pillow.
She started to cry, “Wuwuwu!”, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Huang Ye reached out his hand, wanting to pat her back, but it hung in the air, reluctant to fall.
Finally, it fell, gently patting Qing’er’s back.
“Alright, don’t cry anymore. Now that I’m awake, everything will be fine. Don’t worry, I won’t let you be beaten for nothing.”
“Wuwuwu…!” Qing’er continued to sob for a while, then turned her head to look at Huang Ye.
“Young Master, this beating N婢 received was worth it, so worth it!”
“You don’t need to avenge me; this was my choice. If I hadn’t been beaten, you might not have woken up.”
“N婢 is happy now, it’s too late not to be.”
After speaking, her tear-streaked little face was already blooming with a smile.
“Alright, you rest well first.”
“I’m fine, it just hurts a little. Even if I try to sleep, I can’t. I’m afraid if I fall asleep, it will turn into a dream.”
“Heh heh, silly Xiao Yatou, this isn’t a dream. I’m truly awake.”
“Oh, and about me waking up, only you know about it. Don’t tell anyone, including Yue’er!”
“Young Master, your awakening is a good thing. Why won’t you tell anyone?”
“Just do as I say.”
“Young Master, Yue’er also serves you. I think she should know; it will be hard for us to keep it from her.”
“Do you know why I brought the pastries back? Do you know why I didn’t eat breakfast?”
“Ah! So Young Master was awake all along!”
“Exactly.”
Qing’er’s little face flushed. When exactly did the Young Master wake up?
Could it be that he woke up last night? She was too embarrassed to ask, as she had been clinging to the Young Master all night.
“Young Master means you were putting on an act for Yue’er?”
“Exactly. Besides you, I don’t trust anyone.”
“Qing’er understands. Young Master means for me to cooperate with you.”
“Yes, I’ve been foolish for so many years, and all my previous memories are gone; I don’t remember anything.”
“That Second Young Master today clearly harbors ill intentions towards me, so I need to hide myself.”
“That’s right, he has always been hostile towards you.”
“I can understand that. In a Family like this, kinship and such are just fleeting clouds.”
“By the way, what dynasty is it now?”
“Dynasty! What does Young Master mean by that?”
“Alright, I’ll rephrase. Who is the emperor now?”
“Emperor? What is an emperor?”
Huang Ye was stunned. No way, how could this Xiao Yatou not even know about an emperor?
This is a wealthy Family; it’s impossible for them to know nothing about court affairs.
“An emperor is the highest official, the big BOSS who governs a country.”
“Young Master, I don’t know what you’re asking. I’ll just tell you what I do know.”
“The place we live in is a city, and you are the City Lord’s son.”
“To be precise, you are the City Lord’s stepson. Your father was a good friend of the City Lord.”
“I heard your father passed away unexpectedly when you were very young, and your mother fell ill from then on and passed away not long after.”
“After they both passed away, you were adopted by the City Lord.”
“The highest official here is the City Lord; I’ve never heard of any emperor.”
Damn it! Where on earth have I Transmigrated to?
Huang Ye was a bit bewildered. This doesn’t match history at all!
“Then is there a king here?”
“I haven’t heard of that either.”
“Then what is the current calendar?”
“What is a calendar?”
“I mean, what are the year, month, and day?”
“I know that. It’s now Chen Yuan 37658, June 7th.”
“What?!”
Huang Ye was completely dumbfounded. Damn it, God, are you playing with me?!
Over thirty-seven thousand years? What kind of time and space is this?
He had at least studied the history of his own country in school, and with that knowledge, he should have been able to thrive.
But this place was a blank slate to him; he had to figure everything out himself.
He used to watch Transmigration dramas and even fantasized about Transmigrating to the eras of Zhu Yuan, Li Shimin, or Kangxi, believing he would be even more formidable than the protagonists in novels.
But now, having Transmigrated here, he was no different from a novice. Why was his fate so bitter?
“Young Master, you seem unhappy.” Qing’er asked, looking at Huang Ye’s grim expression.
“It’s nothing, just not quite used to it after just waking up. Oh, by the way, are there sun, moon, and stars here?”
“Yes, there are.”
“Then how many hours are in a day?”
“What are hours?”
“I mean, how is time calculated?”
“It seems Young Master has lost all his memories. Here, a day is twelve shichen, with day and night each taking six shichen.”
Huang Ye calmed down. It seemed the difference between here and ancient times in his previous life wasn’t significant.
“What does that Chen Yuan mean?”
“I don’t know either. Anyway, they’ve always used that to calculate each day here.”
Huang Ye was a bit confused. If Chen Yuan represented a dynasty, what dynasty could last over thirty thousand years without falling?
It seemed there was indeed no state here; people might follow a default calendar.
A N婢 like Qing’er, who rarely left the house, would find it difficult to understand the full scope of this place.
He wouldn’t think about these things for now. What needed to be solved now was the problem of survival.
He seemed to be no ordinary person; at least he had special abilities, being able to see things behind him.
He wondered what else was different about his body. Now he felt as if he had a lot of strength.
“Qing’er, when did I start becoming foolish?”
“Young Master, you started becoming foolish when you were ten years old.”
“Oh! Did you suddenly become foolish?”
“No, that year you were injured by someone, but the City Lord couldn’t find out who it was.”
“When you were found, the back of your head was covered in blood, and your Qi was gone.”
“Later, the City Lord used a thousand-year-old ginseng along with Dr. Xue’s treatment, and you regained your Qi.”
“After you woke up, you became foolish and couldn’t walk.”
“Oh, by the way, Young Master, do you have any feeling in your legs?”
“I should.”
“Ah! Really? Then you should be able to walk too. Let me feel if you have a reaction.”
After saying that, regardless of whether Huang Ye agreed, she endured the pain and turned her body, her small hand touching his thigh.
She gently pinched it. “How is it? Do you feel anything?”
“Yes!”
Her small hand fumbled downwards, moving until it stopped at his calf.
“What about here?”
“Alright, you don’t need to feel anymore; I feel everything.”
“And I don’t feel anything abnormal. My legs can bend, and my toes can move.”
After speaking, he deliberately shook his legs. He didn’t dare let her small hand touch him anymore; it was too soft, too comfortable.
Qing’er’s tears flowed uncontrollably again.
“Alright, don’t cry anymore. I should be back to normal.”
“Mmm, mmm, I’m just happy!”
“Young Master, do you, do you feel anything in that place?” Qing’er asked, her small face flushed.