Chapter 39: Slacking Off, Day Thirty-Nine part 1
The disciples were bewildered but also relieved to have escaped unharmed.
It was terrifying.
Indeed, places the elders forbid should never be approached.
Now that everyone was below the cliff and, fortunately, safe, they weren’t afraid anymore.
Many hands make light work; with their combined strength, they could surely…
Surely someone had a transmission talisman to call the elders for rescue!
Although the disciples could fly on swords, high-level techniques like levitation were beyond their reach. Even a genius like Fu Shuangxue needed talismans.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been so surprised to see Wen Ying floating in the air in the forbidden area.
While the disciples asked each other for help, Wen Ying had already teleported away from the mud pit.
She was going to follow the woman.
Wen Ying knew the woman fled because she saw her.
The woman couldn’t possibly know her. Even in her previous reincarnations, Wen Ying had never seen this person.
Either she knew the original owner, or she was another acquaintance of the “master.”
Was she another “granddaughter” brought into the world by the “master”?
If it was another “granddaughter,” Wen Ying really couldn’t handle it…
The woman’s pace was swift, but Wen Ying didn’t fall behind.
Just as Wen Ying was about to catch up, the woman stopped, still covering her face, and turned around.
“Wuwuwu, Young Master, please don’t follow me… I didn’t expect you to come, I… I haven’t put on my makeup yet, how can I see you, Young Master…” The woman sobbed softly, her voice pitifully charming and delicate.
Young… Master?
Wen Ying looked at herself, confirming she wasn’t dressed as a man.
It turned out “Grandma” was a relatively good term; at least she wasn’t gender-bent, just a generational mix-up.
At least not “Young Master”…
Regardless of whether the woman had mistaken her, since she was crying so pitifully, Wen Ying didn’t try to force the issue.
“Fine, I won’t follow you.” Wen Ying nodded. “Go put on your makeup, but afterwards, I have some questions for you.”
“Okay! Thank you, Young Master!” The woman immediately stopped crying, covering her face and happily nodding. “Once I’m ready, Young Master, I will answer everything you ask!”
With that, the woman quickly walked toward a thatched hut in the distance, apparently her residence.
Wen Ying waited outside the hut as she had said.
While waiting, Wen Ying vaguely heard noisy sounds from the bottom of the cliff, probably the elders arriving to rescue the disciples.
Wen Ying wasn’t experienced in makeup.
Due to laziness and her job not requiring it, Wen Ying rarely wore makeup. Even for special occasions, she only applied foundation, lipstick, and some eyeshadow.
So, Wen Ying underestimated the woman’s makeup time.
Wen Ying waited from the increasingly noisy sounds at the bottom of the cliff to complete silence.
After almost an hour, the hut door finally opened.
“Young Master~ I’m here~”
Wen Ying turned to see the woman in a brightly colored floral dress, with a shimmering gauze overdress that reflected seven colors in the sunlight. Over the gauze was a gradient-colored shawl lightly draped over her arms.
But more extravagant than the attire was the makeup.
Her cheeks were heavily rouged, her lips a bright red, and her eyelids covered in thick blue eyeshadow. Each eyelash was meticulously adorned with colorful, long feathers, fluttering like a colorful feather fan with every blink.
Perhaps Wen Ying’s aesthetics were outdated, but looking at the woman’s meticulously crafted makeup… Wen Ying felt a little dizzy.
It was as if someone had accidentally knocked over a paint palette and drenched the woman from head to toe.
The woman posed alluringly, placing a hand on Wen Ying’s shoulder and giving her a flirtatious glance: “How is it? Is my makeup beautiful today?”
Wen Ying didn’t know how to respond.
Honestly, she thought the woman looked pretty without makeup.
“Young Master is… shy today?” The woman used a finger to lightly lift Wen Ying’s chin.
Wen Ying reached out, blocking the woman’s arm, and shook her head: “You might have mistaken me. I’m a woman.”
“Young Master is Young Master, regardless of gender. It was Young Master who redeemed me from the brothel; from then on, I am Young Master’s person, together in life and death, never to be separated.” The woman’s eyes were alluring, but she suddenly covered her mouth and sobbed softly, “But hundreds of years ago, why did Young Master abandon me here, never to return… only today did I know you came back to see me…”
Hundreds of years ago, it couldn’t have been the original owner.
Could it be that “master” again?
This time, not childbirth, but… a client?
“Young Master mentioned something you wanted to ask me, what is it?” The woman stopped crying, looking up at Wen Ying and blinking, her feather eyelashes fluttering.
“I want to ask you, do you know Little Black and Little Sun Sun?” Wen Ying asked.
“Humph. With me here, Young Master is still thinking about those flowers and plants.” Hearing this, the woman snorted, rolled her eyes, and turned away in displeasure. “Of course I know them, aren’t they that annoying black cat and that clumsy turtle?”
Indeed, the “Young Master” the woman referred to was Little Black’s master.
Having heard Little Black’s description, read Little Sun Sun’s thoughts, and now heard this woman’s description of “rescuing brothel women,” Wen Ying couldn’t help but admire the richness of Little Black’s master’s life.
Wen Ying liked and admired such a life.
It was a pity that she was constrained by reality in her previous life and this indefinite reincarnation in this life.
This time, she needed to find out the secret behind all this as soon as possible.
For example, the suspicious system.
Since the cliff-jumping incident and its failed attempts to stop her, the system had been silent.
It was either truly broken or knocked unconscious.
Either way, it was abnormal, wasn’t it?
Or the “master, grandma, Young Master” that everyone mistook her for.
One could be a mistake, two could be a coincidence, three…
There must be a reason.
“No, no, you’ve misunderstood,” Wen Ying waved her hand, explaining, “Actually, I’m not necessarily your Young Master. I met Little Black and Little Sun Sun earlier, and they both mistook me for your Young Master.”
“Ah? Really?” The woman looked surprised.
“Young Master’s appearance often changes, sometimes male, sometimes female, but Young Master’s aura…” The woman leaned closer to Wen Ying, sniffing lightly, and chuckled, “I would never mistake you.”
“I don’t know,” Wen Ying shook her head. “If you haven’t mistaken me, then I’ve lost my memory. Everything about you has never happened in my life as I know it.”
“Ah.” The woman lightly covered her mouth, looking worried. “Perhaps something major happened to Young Master… when you suddenly sent me here that day, I already found it strange…”
“I don’t know,” Wen Ying shrugged.
The woman’s words matched what Little Black said about the coma and seal.
Hundreds of years ago, something incredible must have happened to that master.
If she wasn’t mistaken, it must be related to her current situation.