Chapter 13 Secretly taking her as a male lover

Ye Liyu leaned against the corridor, watching Ye Wanwan limping into the mansion from afar, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She gently shook the round fan in her hand, turned her head and whispered to the maid beside her:

"My fourth sister really deserves it. It is said that she is with the newly bought servant all day long. Last time I heard from the maid that it was the servant who carried him back to her personally. It is really immoral."

Ye Liyu's eyes suddenly lit up as she spoke: "Speaking of which, the servant is quite good-looking. Could he be the male lover she keeps by her side?"

She paused, raised a meaningful smile at the corner of her lips, and murmured in a low voice, "If so, it's interesting..."

An idea had already sprouted in her mind, and a glimmer of calculation flashed in her eyes.

...

This day, Ye Wanwan was lying on a rattan chair bored and reading a new storybook, and suddenly saw a shadow shrouded the page.

She put down the book and saw Yun Ting standing in front of her with red eyes and fresh tears.

Yun Ting knelt down without saying a word and kowtowed several times on the ground and asked:

"I am lucky to be appreciated by the young lady and work in the Prime Minister's Mansion. This is the blessing I have earned in my previous life. But yesterday, my family wrote to say that my father suddenly fell ill and passed away. I also ask the young lady to grant me two days of leave so that I can see my father off for the last time."

She kowtowed again and again.

Seeing this, Ye Wanwan hurriedly got up and helped her up, but Yun Ting's forehead had already been broken and blood was flowing out.

Ye Wanwan took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood for her with heartache: "If you want to take leave to go back to your hometown, just let me know. Why do you have to humiliate yourself?"

"Thank you, young lady!"

Yun Ting didn't expect the young lady to be so easy to talk to. She smiled through her tears and wanted to kowtow again, but was stopped by her slender jade fingers.

"Go to my room and get two bottles of golden wound medicine. It would be ugly if the little girl had scars on her face." Ye Wanwan said gently.

"Miss, I will never be able to repay you for your kindness in my next life!" After that, Yun Ting jumped away, her skirt fluttering like a butterfly.

Ye Wanwan looked at the thin back, thinking about the girl who entered the mansion at a young age, and saw her relatives again, but they were separated by the Yin and Yang, and her nose was sour. Before leaving, she gave her another fifty taels of silver as travel expenses.

But after seven days, Ye Wanwan still hadn't seen Yun Ting return, and she had a bad premonition in her heart.

"Qingchuan, where is Yun Ting's hometown?" Qingchuan was the maid who entered the mansion with Yun Ting.

"Replying to Miss, Yun Ting's hometown is on the border of the capital." Qingchuan replied.

That shouldn't be... Ye Wanwan was very confused. Since Yun Ting's home was not far from here, two days was enough time to return to the mansion, why was there no trace of her after seven days?

Did she take the opportunity to escape?

But Ye Wanwan immediately rejected her idea. Yun Ting's indenture contract was still in the mansion. If she ran away rashly and was caught, she would be beaten to death. She didn't have the courage.

So Ye Wanwan ordered several skilled guards to look for Yun Ting.

Within a day, the guards brought back a disheveled girl and a shivering woman. Yun Ting's clothes were tattered, and her exposed wrists were bruised.

"Miss..." Seeing Ye Wanwan, Yun Ting burst into tears. Ye Wanwan looked at her bullied appearance with heartache and turned to the guards and asked, "What's going on?" "

Replying to Miss, I went to find Yun Ting according to your instructions, but when I arrived at her hometown, I only saw this woman." After saying that, he pointed to the woman kneeling humbly on the ground.

"She claimed to be Yun Ting's mother. She said Yun Ting left home after seeing her father off to his grave. She didn't know where Yun Ting went. But just as I was about to leave, I heard a faint groan from a young girl in the thatched cottage.

So we ignored the woman's obstruction and opened the cellar according to the source of the sound. We found that Yun Ting was tied up and tied up underground."

After the guard finished reporting, Ye Wanwan glared at the vicious woman and asked in confusion: "Why did you tie up your own daughter?"

Without waiting for the woman to answer, Yun Ting replied with a sobbing voice: "Miss, she is not my biological mother. She seduced my father to murder my mother. Now when I went home, she swallowed the silver that the young lady gave me. She tied me up because she wanted to sell me to a brothel for money." After she finished crying, she burst into tears.

"You are so cruel!" Ye Wanwan pointed at the woman and cursed.

"Miss, don't listen to this little girl's nonsense. I worked so hard to raise her. I tied her up just because Yun Ting talked back to me a few times before and wanted to teach her a lesson. It was just a lesson." The woman retorted.

Ye Wanwan immediately lifted Yun Ting's sleeves and saw that her arms were covered with dark purple whip marks, and there was not a single piece of good flesh. The girl sneered and asked, "Is this just a lesson?"

The woman was instantly deflated when she saw this.

"Come here! Beat this vicious woman with fifty sticks and throw her to a deserted place to let her die!" After that, before the woman could beg for mercy, she was dragged out.

Qi Youan listened to the woman's begging for mercy at the entrance of the yard and peeked inside.

"Thank you, Miss! Thank you, Miss!" Yun Ting was crying so hard at this moment, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed to thank her.

Ye Wanwan wanted to help her up, but Yun Ting insisted on kneeling down with tears of gratitude in her eyes: "I thought no one would care about me, and I would be sold like fish on a chopping board. I didn't expect that the young lady was so kind-hearted. I will never forget your kindness in this life, no, forever."

She kowtowed several times.

"Okay, get up quickly." Ye Wanwan helped the crying person up and said gently: "Since you are serving me, you are naturally mine. I will deal with you if I want to deal with you. How can others do it?"

"I will stay with the young lady for the rest of my life and will not go anywhere." This is the first time that Yun Ting feels cared for since her mother died.

The conversation between the two fell into the ears of the young man word for word.

It seems that this young lady is not as despicable as imagined, he thought.

…

One month later, in the early morning, when Ye Wanwan opened her eyes hazily, the outside of the window was pure white. When she opened her eyes wide again, she saw that the outside was covered with heavy snow.

It was snowing!

Ye Wanwan could count the number of times she had seen snow before on her fingers. Now, looking at the heavy snow outside, she was very excited. She immediately jumped out of bed, ran out of the door, and went to the yard to feel the frost and snow with open arms.

In the yard, snowflakes fell one after another. She was like a happy wild cat, jumping in the snow, with a pure smile on her face.

Qi Youan leaned against the door and looked at the girl jumping in the snow thoughtfully.

Yun Ting saw the girl's thin clothes and hurriedly put a thick mink coat on the young lady.

Ye Wanwan sneezed coldly before going back to the house obediently.

Before going back to the house and pushing the door, her eyes inadvertently swept past the door and caught a glimpse of the boy curled up in the corner. The wind was howling, the snow was flying, and the boy looked particularly frail. Her heart tightened as she said calmly,

"From today on, you don't have to guard the door anymore."

Before she finished speaking, she turned around and pushed the door open, her movements were crisp and clear.

Qi Youan stood there, looking at the closed door, feeling distressed. He was increasingly confused about this ever-changing young lady.

Qi Youan looked up at the snow falling all over the sky, like countless tiny blades, cutting his thoughts and bringing him back to that day of swords and fire.

In the palace that day, blood flowed like a river and cries shook the sky. That man, that high and ruthless man, holding a sharp blade, ruthlessly slaughtered all those who stood in front of him.

Qi Youan witnessed the tragedy with his own eyes and heard the desperate wails with his own ears.

The reason why he was able to save his life from his sharp blade was just because that man needed a chess piece, a chess piece that could be used to contain and win over various forces. He became a hostage and a tool for that person to consolidate power.

Thinking of this, Qi Youan clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and a raging fire in his eyes. He swore in his heart: One day, he will make that man pay the price and let him die without a burial place!

"Miss, Miss, the young master is back!" The maid's excited voice came from outside the door.

Ye Wanwan jumped up from the bed. She didn't know if it was her own emotions that were at work. She and Ye Heng had only known each other for a short time, but she was extremely excited.

She rushed out of the door and looked up to see Ye Heng standing in front of the yard with a package in his hand, smiling and looking at her lovingly.

"Brother!" Ye Wanwan's voice was a little bit cute, and she ran towards him in two steps.

Before Ye Heng could react, she had already thrown herself into his warm arms. Ye Heng was knocked back slightly by her sudden momentum, then laughed, raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, his tone gentle and doting:

"Let your brother see if you have grown taller?"

Ye Wanwan took a few steps back and turned around: "Of course I have grown taller, I want to grow as tall as my brother!"

Ye Heng was amused by her appearance: "Then you, little greedy pig, you should eat more, go back to the house and see what your brother brought you?" He shook the package in his hand.

Looking at the table full of cakes and snacks, Ye Wanwan's eyes were shining with stars. Regardless of his image, he grabbed the cakes with his bare hands and stuffed them into his mouth, tasting them with relish, and the corners of his eyes exuded satisfaction and joy.

"Who are you?"

Ye Heng suddenly spoke while leaning on the table, his face gentle but cold.

Ye Wanwan's movements suddenly stagnated, and before he swallowed the cakes in his mouth, he felt a chill running up his spine. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Could it be that he saw that she was not the real Ye Wanwan?

She suppressed the panic in her heart and slowly raised her head. She pretended to be calm and swallowed the food in her mouth, raised a playful smile at the corner of her mouth and replied:

"I am your father."

"You little girl, you have become much bolder after not seeing you for half a year. You even dare to tease your brother." Ye Heng said and gave her a slap on the head.

Ye Wanwan covered her forehead in pain, pouted her lips pretending to be wronged, but a trace of relief flashed in her eyes, and she managed to get away with it.

She lowered her head and pretended to focus on the pastries on the table. She gently pinched a piece with her fingers and put it in her mouth to chew carefully to hide her emotions.

A complex look flashed in Ye Heng's eyes, with a bit of emotion: "After not seeing you for half a year, my sister seems to have grown up a lot, as if she has become a different person."

"Of course, I am a big girl now." Ye Wanwan pretended to be relaxed, raised her chin, and had a bit of pride in her tone.

Upon hearing this, Ye Heng chuckled and said teasingly, "Yes, Wanwan has grown up, and mother should start planning to find a husband for you."

Ye Wanwan knew that her husband was Jiang Lingzhou, the one who knocked her down, but there was no need to worry about the marriage not being successful.

"Does Wanwan have a favorite? If so, brother will definitely help you speak well of him in front of father."

Ye Wanwan held up his chin in a thoughtful manner: "Favorite? Even if it's a butcher, a servant, or even a criminal, it's okay?"

"Then without waiting for father, brother will break your legs first, and see if you dare to run around." Ye Heng said in a stern manner, but his tone could not hide the deep doting.

He stretched out his hand and gently pinched Ye Wanwan's cheek and said, "But don't worry, brother will try his best to choose a person you like from people of equal status."

Ye Wanwan curled her lips and was about to refute, but she heard Ye Heng change the subject, with a tentative tone: "But speaking of which, why did you suddenly mention butchers, servants and other irrelevant people? Could it be... you really have someone you like?"

"No!" Ye Wanwan shook her head quickly.

Ye Heng narrowed his eyes, looked at her with a smile, and gently stroked his chin with his fingers, pretending to be in deep thought: "But you naturally can't get in touch with butchers and criminals, as for servants..." He paused, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes,

"You don't like that bought servant, do you?"

The "slave" he was talking about was Qi Youan.

"How is it possible! Brother, what nonsense are you talking about!" Ye Wanwan looked at Ye Heng angrily like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Ye Heng was unmoved, but said seriously: "That boy is indeed good-looking. If you really like him, it's okay to secretly keep him as a male lover, but don't take him too seriously."

"Male lover?" Ye Wanwan didn't react for a moment and was stunned. She didn't expect that the customs in this world were so open that even such words could be said so frankly.

Her stunned look was regarded as tacit consent in Ye Heng's eyes. He couldn't help but shook his head, and sighed in his heart: My sister has grown up after all, and it is normal for her to fall in love for the first time. He reached out and rubbed the top of her head, his tone gentle but with a bit of teasing: "Don't worry, brother will keep it a secret for you."

After speaking, he turned around neatly and strode out the door, leaving Ye Wanwan sitting there alone, not knowing why.

As soon as Ye Heng stepped out of the door, he saw Qi Youan sweeping the courtyard with his head down. He paused and walked over slowly.

Qi Youan noticed someone approaching, looked up and saw it was Ye Heng, quickly put down the broom in his hand, bowed with lowered eyebrows and said: "Greetings, young master, what can I do for you?"

Ye Heng did not speak immediately, but carefully looked at the servant in front of him. Qi Youan has an upright posture, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and even if he is wearing coarse cloth clothes, he can't hide his innate nobility. Ye Heng couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's a pity that such a person is a servant.

He was silent for a moment, with a complicated tone: "It's okay, you... usually go along with Wanwan more."

After that, he reached out and patted Qi Youan on the shoulder, looked at him meaningfully, and then turned and left.

Qi Youan stood there, looking at Ye Heng's back in confusion, his heart full of doubts. He thought to himself: Did Ye Wanwan complain to her brother? But looking at Ye Heng's expression, it doesn't seem like that...

He shook his head, and simply stopped thinking about it, and continued to sweep with his head down. However, before he had waved the broom in his hand a few times, he heard a sharp scolding.

"Hey! You're going to sweep this floor into a mirror!"

Yun Ting put her hands on her hips and glared at him angrily. She had long been dissatisfied with this new servant. He was not good at sweeping and wiping. He was like a young master with a servant's body.

Qi Youan raised his head and looked at her calmly without saying much. He was indeed not good at these rough jobs. After all, when he was in the palace, he was always served by others. When would it be his turn to serve others?

Seeing him like this, Yun Ting was even more furious. She pointed at his nose and scolded: "Haven't you worked for other masters before? Why are you like a fool? If you keep fooling around like this, I will definitely report it to the young lady!"

Qi Youan remained silent, but frowned slightly. Although he was a little unhappy in his heart, he also knew that with his current status, it was not appropriate to conflict with the servants. So, he lowered his head and continued to wave the broom. Although his movements were clumsy, he was much more serious than before.

Yun Ting was so angry at this clumsiness that she simply turned her head away from him and went back to the house to serve the young lady.

Since she fell into the water last time, the young lady's temperament seemed to have changed. Although she still looked noble and indifferent, she was much more tolerant towards the servants.

Yun Ting was always trembling with fear when serving the young lady before, fearing that she would be punished for the slightest mistake, but now she feels a lot more relaxed, and even her breathing is smoother.

One day, Yun Ting walked into the young lady's boudoir with a tea tray, but her face was unhappy. Seeing her like this, Ye Wanwan raised her eyes and asked:

"Who made my Yun Ting angry?"