"Ah, ah!" Huang Ye still pointed at that pavilion. Well, if worst comes to worst, I can take a beating. The young master really wants to go there! Perhaps the young master wants to see the water scenery. With a determined heart, he pushed Huang Ye straight towards the pavilion. Along the way, she was also on edge, but fortunately, it was mealtime, so no one was walking around outside. When they arrived at the pavilion, Huang Ye almost shed tears of excitement. There were four plates on the stone table, with eight pastries stacked in each plate. Qing'er pushed Huang Ye around in the pavilion to let him admire the lake's scenery. This made Huang Ye extremely anxious, scratching his head and gnawing his nails. Unable to help it, he pointed at the stone table in the middle. "Ah! The young master wants to eat those pastries?"
Huang Ye nodded vigorously; he didn't know if the original owner would respond, so he prepared to try once. Fortunately, Qing'er showed no abnormal reaction. It seemed that the original owner had some expression ability. Qing'er wheeled the wheelchair to the stone table and picked up a pastry, offering it to Huang Ye's mouth. Huang Ye opened his mouth wide without hesitation, nearly swallowing Qing'er's slender finger. Qing'er was startled and quickly withdrew her finger, watching as Huang Ye chewed greedily. She couldn't help but smile: "Kokokoko, young master, I thought you weren't hungry, but you've been hungry all along."
"It seems you don't like the food just now!"
Nonsense, how could I not like it? But I dare not eat even if I liked it. Qing'er poured a cup of tea and offered it to Huang Ye's mouth. Huang Ye drank it all in one gulp. After eating ten pastries, he felt less hungry. The pastries were indeed well-made; in his previous life, he had never tasted such delicious pastries—sweet and soft with a fragrant texture. He must bring the rest back; with these pastries, he could last for two or three days. With this time, he could learn many things. Thinking about this, Huang Ye directly lifted his front robe and poured the remaining pastries inside. This action startled Qing'er; what was the young master doing? Could he actually make purposeful movements? Could his consciousness be recovering? The girl was very happy. "Young master, acting like this isn't clean; you like pastries, I'll go get some from the kitchen."
She was about to take out those pastries when she saw that Huang Ye was still holding them tightly and gave up. Looking up, she suddenly saw a group of people approaching from afar. Oh no! It's Second Young Master; she thought she was unlucky. Not caring about anything else, she hurriedly wheeled the wheelchair back. Unfortunately, despite her efforts, she was blocked by the approaching people at the corridor. "Hey! Isn't that my stupid little brother?"
"Good morning, Second Young Master!" Qing'er lightly bowed.
Second Young Master did not respond but looked at Huang Ye instead. Huang Ye looked at Second Young Master with a confused gaze. He was Second Young Master and called him younger brother; clearly, this person was the original owner's elder brother. This guy obviously came with ill intentions. Second Young Master wore a brocade robe, tall and thin with a hawk-like nose and eyes, a typical cunning appearance.
Damn, won't we look alike? That would be really unlucky; such a trashy face wouldn't be liked anywhere. If this version of the story was a drama about living in a mansion, this elder brother definitely had a role to play. Seeing that Huang Ye was still in his old state, Second Young Master even drooled at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help laughing loudly: "Haha, why did you push him out? Be careful; if he falls into the lake, it will be fun."
He deliberately kicked the wheelchair; Qing'er was scared and quickly supported it. "Second Young Master smiled; I will take good care of Third Young Master."
"Hehe, I hope he falls into the lake so you can come to my courtyard."
"What a waste of such a beautiful woman following a fool and not leaving him."
He reached out to touch Qing'er's face. Qing'er dodged and said: "Second Young Master please respect yourself!"
"Respect yourself? If not for Grandma protecting you, I would have already taken you!"
Qing'er remained silent. "What does this kid have in his arms?"
"Just some pastries!"
"Oh! It seems he likes pastries; tomorrow I'll send some over since he's my younger brother."
"Thank you, Second Young Master; our young master wants them, so I'll fetch them myself."
"Let Second Young Master pass; we should return now!"
"Humph! Ungrateful thing."
"Take him back and punish yourself; I remember Lady Major doesn't allow him to leave the courtyard."
"I will go."
"Then you know!"
Qing'er wheeled Huang Ye back to the courtyard. Hehe, it seems this Second Young Master is not friendly; could Mo'er have sent her here? Originally, I am Third Young Master; in my previous life, I read *The Sword of Banana Third Young Master*. Sigh! That Third Young Master is talented; compared to him, I'm just trash. This Qing'er is quite nice; willing to accept punishment just to satisfy her own needs; she certainly has no malicious intent. Having someone who treats me well is enough; from her, I can understand this wealthy family better. Based on Second Brother's attitude just now, I can confirm one thing: there must be a drama about living in a mansion here.
"Niece Qing'er, why did you push the young master out? Aren't you afraid of punishment?"
"There's nothing wrong; I saw that the young master was bored here and wanted to take him out for a look; at most, I'll receive several lashes."
"I don't understand why you do this for him," Mo'er asked puzzledly.
"It's worth it; how could it not be worth it? The young master is very clever; he has read many books; I learned to read from him."
"You don't know that when the young master went out just now, he actually put away those pastries himself."
"This has been the first time in years that he has done something proactively."
"So this time is worth it; even during punishment, he could laugh."
Mo'er heard these words from Qing'er and felt a stir in her heart; she frowned deeply. Why did he take back those pastries? Thinking of last night's strange occurrences made her sweat coldly down her back. This foolish young master might really start waking up.
"Mo'er, take care of the young master for me while I go to the steward for punishment."
"Hmm, go ahead!"
Qing'er left the courtyard.
"Young master, let's go back to our room first!"
She wheeled the wheelchair toward their room. Entering their room, Mo'er turned around and closed the door before turning back and drawing a dagger again.
She looked at Huang Ye with a grim face and trembling hand holding the dagger. She quietly walked behind Huang Ye and raised her dagger but hesitated for a moment before putting it down again. What is this girl hesitating about? Could it be because she fears she won't be able to escape after successfully killing him? Huang Ye thought to himself. His muscles were also in high tension; if the dagger fell, he would jump out without hesitation.
In the end, Mo'er put away her dagger again. Huang Ye's heart finally settled; he couldn't expose himself yet and needed more time to gather information.
Although he was just an ordinary person in his previous life, he lived in an era of information explosion and knew much more than ancient people did. Only by hiding himself could he better protect himself. Mo'er wasn't something to worry about; she must have someone behind her otherwise she wouldn't dare kill a fool like him.
Hmm! Why is this girl crying? The plot doesn't seem right. This assassin is too emotional; it looks like this assassin is not very calm.
She silently sobbed for a few times before taking a deep breath and calming herself down.
"Young master, let me serve you by helping you get into bed."
"These pastries are dirty now; let me give you new ones."
Huang Ye still held onto the pastries tightly; there was nothing Qing'er could do but take off his long robe for him.
She helped Huang Ye get into bed while he held onto the pastries.
Seeing him like this, Mo'er didn't know how to react either and decided to wait until Qing'er returned.
Sitting by the table, she stared blankly at this fool while thinking about last night's strange occurrences.
Last night was her carefully planned action but failed twice.
She could only find another opportunity; fortunately, there were still some Ten Fragrant Softening Powder left.
Based on his appearance liking eating pastries so much, she would put poison in them next time.
Half an hour later, Qing'er returned with a pale face and tightly closed lips. Her hair strands were wet from sweat as she limped into the house with a furrowed brow.
"Niece Qing'er, did you faint?"
"No problem; I can hold on for two more hours!"
"You should rest for two hours instead; I can take care of everything here for you."
Qing'er hesitated for a moment.
"I won't go back; I'll rest here with you and ask Sister to take extra care of me."
Mo'er was stunned; this wasn't good news; how could she act if she stayed here?
There was nothing she could do since Qing'er was very close to this foolish young master; they warming each other's beds together
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