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“No wonder then. You should know that your manor originally had a manor lord, right? He was actually my young lady's first fiancé.” Dongmei explained to me dutifully, “But he suddenly disappeared without a trace six years ago.” She glanced at me and suddenly exclaimed, “You don’t even know that?”

"Of course I know that!" I yelled back at her, giving her a big eye roll to show that I knew perfectly well!

"Oh! My poor young lady has shed countless tears and soaked countless pillowcases because of this! They were a perfect couple that countless people envied. Now, a bolt from the blue has torn them apart. How can this not break one's heart?" Dongmei said with a look of pity.

"How do you know they're not a mismatched couple? Six years ago, you were just a little kid, weren't you?" I teased her again—she looked so cute when she got angry.

"Is there even a question? Forget about Young Master Jiang's unparalleled martial arts skills, which are renowned throughout the martial world. Just his youthful good looks, his dashing and ethereal charm, coupled with my young lady's peerless beauty—one of the four great beauties of the martial world—where in the world could you find someone more perfectly matched with them?" Dongmei spoke with a look of wistful longing—as if she were the one about to marry.

I chuckled inwardly. What she said was certainly true, but it was all superficial. Mutual affection was far more complex than that. But explaining these things to her was useless; she was too young, wasn't she?

"Ever since Young Master Jiang disappeared, my young lady has waited for him for six years, remaining unmarried until now, at the age of 24. My master, fearing she would spend her life alone, arranged with Old Master Jiang to betroth her to Young Master Jiang's sworn brother, who is now your second-in-command. Tell me, how could my young lady possibly agree to this?" Dongmei said indignantly.

"Yes, how could he agree?" Actually, what I was thinking was how pitiful that young master Liu was—his brother died, and now he has to unconditionally accept a woman who doesn't love him as his wife! Sigh! That's why people in ancient times were so troublesome!

"Yes, you also think it's normal for Miss to run away, right?" Dongmei smiled at me happily—but perhaps she suddenly realized that I was Young Master Liu's person, and suddenly became very embarrassed.

"If you don't want to marry, then don't marry. What's the big deal?" I shrugged. "Besides, I'm not familiar with Young Master Liu. Don't worry, I won't be so nosy as to go and tell him." — Just kidding, I don't even know if this Young Master Liu is round or flat. Why would I be angry if his fiancée ran away?

"Really? Since you're not familiar with Young Master Liu, why did he introduce you to work at our Lu Family Manor?" Dongmei still looked suspicious.

"Yes, why?" Manager Li suddenly appeared from behind me.

"He only said he needed someone to go to Lu Family Village, but didn't specify who it had to be. I happened to have some free time, so I came here." Just kidding, at this point I had to say I wasn't familiar with him, stubbornly pretending to be a friend. Now, with just a few questions from him, I'd be completely speechless. Not only could I not acknowledge anyone I knew, but I also had to sound very distant. That way, I wouldn't give myself away, right? Thinking of this, I pretended to be very serious and said, "You should know the rules of our village, right?"

"What rules?" Dongmei, oblivious to the situation, insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

"Don't ask questions you don't know. I was only told to send one person, so I came. If you have any complaints, you can talk to Young Master Liu yourself." I turned my head away with a straight face, refusing to talk to her anymore—this curious little thing, please stop asking questions, I, I can't keep going!

"Yes, yes, I was being rude." Fortunately, Steward Li stopped her immediately—it seems he believed my nonsense.

"Manager Li! Wait a minute! Manager Li!" Ah Qiang ran over, panting.

"What is it?" Steward Li stopped and turned around.

"If you have something to do, please go ahead." I couldn't wait for him to leave, so I immediately smiled and asked him to go first—who knows what might happen if we continued chatting?

"Alright, then please, Young Master Ye!"

"But that person came looking for Young Master Ye!" Ah Qiang looked at Steward Li, but was actually speaking to me.

No way? I don't know a single person here. Who would come looking for me? This book is originally published on Xiaoxiang Novel Network. Please retain this information when reprinting!

[Volume 1: Encounter Chapter 12 - Heart Fluttering and Soul Shaking]

"Looking for me? Did they say who it was?" Damn, it's probably the parachute guy's family—damn! How did they get here so fast? I haven't even gotten a meal yet!

"He didn't say anything, he just fainted!" Ah Qiang said anxiously. "I think he's very ill, he might have been injured in the attack on the ship."

"Ah? She's passed out? That's good." We still have time to stall them. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"What?" The three of them suddenly turned their gazes toward me as if I were a monster.

"No, I mean, what should we do?!" Realizing I'd misspoke, I quickly tried to correct myself.

"How about I take him to my place, and then ask Steward Li to fetch a doctor for me, okay?" — Get him to my place first, and once he wakes up, we can discuss things and ask him to cover for me. Maybe there's still hope for us to get by, right? Anyway, his family is already dead, and I didn't kill them. If I beg him earnestly, he should help me with this small favor, right?

"Ah Qiang, quickly go and fetch Doctor Liu," Steward Li hurriedly instructed Ah Qiang.

"But..." Ah Qiang seemed to have something else to say, but in the end he just gritted his teeth, turned around and ran away quickly.

"Let's hurry," I urged Dongmei. Meanwhile, I was mentally calculating how to talk to that person to get him to side with me. But what if he refused and instead asked for help finding his family? Usually, they'd ask to find his family first, right? And I, by impersonating him, might be wasting precious time trying to save him? Maybe that person wasn't dead, and was somewhere waiting for someone to rescue him? At first, I was only thinking about how to solve my own problem and overlooked this possibility—would I end up killing someone?!

"We're here, Young Master Ye. This is Benlei Pavilion." Following Dongmei, I lost count of how many winding paths we'd traversed, how many corridors we'd walked, and how many small bridges we'd crossed—why were there so many bridges?! I was completely disoriented from all the twists and turns. Thankfully, we finally arrived. Looking at the powerful characters "Benlei Pavilion" on the moon gate, I sighed deeply—I'm in for a rough time from now on; I don't know how many wrong turns I'll have to take every day!

Huh? How come they got here faster than us? Wasn't Steward Li right behind us? How did he end up here? Before we could even wonder, we were led into a room.

"So Young Master Ye brought his family with him?" Steward Li looked bewildered, clearly not expecting this to happen.

Now that things have come to this, I can only try to get through this first. I lowered my head and mumbled a reply—I just hope it's not his wife who comes! What would I do then? What wouldn't a woman do for her husband's life or death?! Now, I can only pray for the best.

I paced nervously around the room, which made Steward Li feel sorry for me. "Young Master Ye, you don't need to worry too much. Good people are always protected by heaven. I believe he will be fine."

"Nonsense! If she's fine, then I'm in trouble!" I screamed inwardly, but could only manage a bitter smile—you really can't lie! Look at me, I just told a small lie, and now I have to pay so much. If I had known this would happen, I would have told them earlier that I wasn't the person they were looking for, and then applied openly and honestly, and none of this would have happened. Who can I blame now?

A short while later, a young man dressed in black hurriedly approached, carrying a small child in his arms. For some reason, my heart suddenly tightened—could it be? Could it be such a coincidence? My hands began to tremble, and my legs suddenly went weak. It was Huaiyuan, no doubt about it. But why wasn't he moving? Could it be…? I dared not think any further.

"Don't worry, he's just unconscious. He should be fine." Manager Li patted my shoulder and gave me an encouraging smile.

The man in black gently placed Huaiyuan on the bed, then silently walked away without a word, as if he had never been there. It was just me hallucinating—but Huaiyuan wasn't hallucinating. He lay there so real, his body so weak, his face so pale. He was such a proud person; if he were conscious, he would never let anyone touch him—let alone be held like a baby in someone's arms!

What exactly happened to him? How did he find his way here? All of this can only be answered once Huaiyuan regains consciousness.

"Dr. Liu is here." It was Ah Qiang running over again.

Following closely behind him was an elderly man of about sixty years old, with white hair and beard, who had a somewhat otherworldly air about him. Was he Doctor Liu?

"Dr. Liu, I'm troubling you again." Steward Li was very polite to him.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and see the patient." I was very impatient and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bedside.

Upon seeing Huaiyuan, Doctor Liu immediately showed a surprised expression. He didn't say a word, but took Huaiyuan's hand to take his pulse. I didn't dare to breathe too loudly, for fear of upsetting him.

"Strange, strange!" Doctor Liu reached out to examine Huaiyuan's eyelids, muttering, "How strange, how strange!"

"What's wrong with him? Say something! Stop talking nonsense! Do you even know how to treat him?" I couldn't help but lose my temper.

Doctor Liu, however, was only busy stroking his goatee, rolling his eyes to the sky, seemingly lost in thought, and didn't react to my words at all.