“Creak!” The door was pushed open, and Qing'er walked in carrying a basin of hot water.
Yue'er followed behind, holding a stack of clothes.
Qing'er put down the water basin, walked to the bed, and gently shook Huang Ye.
“Young Master, it’s time to get up!”
Huang Ye was confused; should he get up or not? He had no reference.
Forget it, he'd just muddle through. He'd become a normal person sooner or later, so he'd act according to his understanding for now. It couldn't be helped if he was discovered.
That Yue'er was definitely an enemy now, and it was still uncertain if there were other enemies.
When he was shaken again, Huang Ye opened his eyes dazedly.
He looked at the two with a blank stare.
“Yue'er, why do I feel like Young Master's condition seems worse than before?”
“I think Young Master is quite normal.”
Yue'er responded indifferently.
Holy crap, he seemed to have overacted. His eyes quickly regained a hint of clarity.
Qing'er's small hand had already lifted the corner of the quilt, and Huang Ye subconsciously pulled the quilt back.
This sister was really bold. Was she not afraid of him...?
Holy crap, she really didn't seem afraid.
That's right, he was a fool now. They took care of his food, clothing, housing, and transportation, so they naturally knew what he was like.
Huang Ye had no choice but to let go.
“Young Master seems to know how to be shy now!”
Holy crap, he overacted again. It was really exhausting.
“Yue'er, push the wheelchair over.”
“Okay!”
It seemed the original owner was indeed handicapped. Alas! His pathetic and tragic life.
How should he act this out?
Forget it, he'd just pretend his legs were weak.
Qing'er got onto the bed and began wiping Huang Ye's face with a hot towel in her gentle small hand.
Then came his hands, every part wiped very carefully.
“Yue'er, bring the underwear.”
Huang Ye really wanted to refuse this brutal method of personal attack, but he couldn't.
If it were just Qing'er, he could still maintain some dignity, but with Yue'er, that female Devil Head, there, he could only endure.
The two Xiao Yatou showed no signs of shyness; everything was so calm and natural, clearly already well-practiced.
The Second Girl could be calm and natural, but Huang Ye could not; this guy was already awake.
What to do? In a moment of desperation, Huang Ye remembered a line and kept muttering it in his heart.
Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha...
Don't say it, it really worked; his heart truly calmed down, and he directly turned into a corpse.
After changing clothes, Huang Ye opened his eyes again, his gaze still filled with confusion, and he would occasionally giggle foolishly.
“Yue'er, I feel like Young Master is indeed a bit abnormal. He rarely smiled before.”
“He's a fool; foolish laughter is normal!”
“Yue'er, you mustn't speak of Young Master like that. Young Master was very healthy when he was young; he only became like this after a blow to the head.”
“sister Qing'er, I advise you to marry soon. He'll be like this his whole life.”
“No, if Young Master is like this his whole life, I will serve him my whole life.”
Yue'er shook her head; this sister was also foolish!
Huang Ye's heart, however, stirred. It seemed Qing'er truly cared for him.
Listening to her, the original owner wasn't born a fool but became one after an accident.
Impact? Did he accidentally hit something, or was he beaten?
No rush. As long as he stayed steady and slowly looked for clues, he could find out everything.
Huang Ye was helped into the wheelchair by the two and pushed out of the room.
Uh! This family's conditions were really good. The courtyard was neither too big nor too small, with a complete water feature and rockery, and several large trees around.
His luck wasn't bad; at least he Transmigrated into a wealthy family. He didn't expect to be a rich second-generation.
But which dynasty was this? Looking at the architectural style, it seemed to be Ming or Qing, or perhaps Tang or Song.
Huang Ye wasn't clear about the architectural styles of dynasties before Tang and Song.
The reason he thought so was that this style seemed similar to those dynasties seen on TV.
The two pushed Huang Ye around the courtyard, and Huang Ye almost got dizzy.
Can't you let me see outside? Even the best scenery gets boring after a long time.
“Yue'er, bring Young Master's meal over. We'll feed him in the courtyard!”
Damn it! Why send her to get the food? He wouldn't dare eat it even if he died.
No, he had to get out of this situation.
As Yue'er left, Huang Ye also pondered. Although on the surface, Qing'er seemed nice to him.
But he had been here for too short a time to judge Qing'er's true intentions.
There was no information about their past to check, so he could only gamble. Such a wealthy family was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
He had to endure; he still had to pretend to be a fool.
Yue'er carried over a food box containing several exquisite dishes and a bowl of rice.
The dishes were fragrant, and Huang Ye was very, very hungry, so hungry that his heart felt a little flustered.
But seeing Yue'er, it was as if these dishes were poisonous snakes and insects.
“Young Master, it's time to eat.” Qing'er gently brought the spoon to Huang Ye's mouth.
Huang Ye kept his mouth tightly shut.
“Open your mouth, N婢 will feed you!”
Huang Ye still kept his mouth tightly shut.
“Huh! What's wrong with Young Master?”
“Is Young Master not hungry, so he doesn't want to eat?” Yue'er analyzed.
Unfortunately, Huang Ye's stomach uncooperatively rumbled.
Qing'er looked at Huang Ye strangely. He was clearly hungry, so why wouldn't Young Master open his mouth?
“Young Master, be good, eat your food. See, if you don't eat, your stomach is protesting!”
Huang Ye's mouth remained tightly shut.
The two Xiao Yatou looked at each other, wide-eyed.
“Yue'er, take it back for now. We'll eat when Young Master wants to.”
Yue'er obediently carried the food box away.
Huang Ye didn't dare look at that food box; this guy was afraid his stomach wouldn't cooperate.
He managed to get through this meal, but he couldn't keep starving himself.
It wouldn't take much; two missed meals would significantly reduce his physical strength. If he starved for two or three days, Yue'er would easily be able to control him.
He had to find a way to get food.
That's right, large households like this usually had pavilions, and sweet treats were often placed in them.
Since Yue'er wasn't here, he could check if there was such a pavilion outside.
“Ah, ah!” Huang Ye pointed his hand towards the moon-shaped gate in the courtyard.
Qing'er was startled, looking at Huang Ye strangely, seeing him still pointing at the moon-shaped gate.
Strange, why would Young Master point to that gate? Does he want to go out?
The Xiao Yatou hesitated. The mistress forbade Young Master from leaving the courtyard. If they left the courtyard, they would definitely be punished.
After thinking for a moment, she made up her mind. Since Young Master wanted to go out, they would sneak out for a bit, as long as the mistress didn't find out.
This was the first time Young Master had actively wanted to do something. The Xiao Yatou bravely pushed Huang Ye towards the moon-shaped gate.
Once out of the courtyard, Huang Ye was completely stunned by the sight outside.
Holy crap, what kind of family was this? How could it be so extravagant!
This was a large courtyard. Looking around, there was greenery everywhere, and long corridors extended in every direction.
Several corridors led to different places. The scenery here could rival a Suzhou garden.
In the middle of the courtyard, there was also a small lake, with a small pavilion on the lake, and a winding water corridor leading to this small pavilion.
Huh! My eyesight also seems very good; I can actually see things inside the pavilion.
In his previous life, he was nearsighted, with lenses as thick as bottle bottoms, from looking at his phone under the covers.
There was a stone table in the pavilion, with tea sets and some plates on it. The plates clearly held food.
It seemed he guessed right; in such a wealthy family, such things would definitely be present.
Huang Ye quickly pointed to that pavilion!
“Ah, ah!” Qing'er frowned. Young Master was really strange today.
The Xiao Yatou had originally planned to just push Young Master around the small courtyard entrance. Going to that pavilion would be too far.
Pushing him there would take at least the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and it would be easy for people to see them.
“Young Master, you can't go there.”