Huang Ye turned his head, but it seemed useless; he could still see the scenery behind him.

Damn, heavens, the superpower you gave me seems to be tailor-made for peeping!

Seeing Qing'er grimacing in pain, Huang Ye clenched his fists, a surge of inexplicable anger rising in his heart.

Heh, Second Young Master, is it? I've remembered you. Since you treat my brother without kindness, don't blame me for being ruthless. A gentleman must avenge such a grudge.

With a creak, Yue'er came in holding some clothes.

There was a small box on the clothes, and Huang Ye buried his head in the blanket, afraid he couldn't handle it.

The scene of changing clothes was too eye-catching, easily causing a nosebleed.

Moments later, the sound of "hiss, ah! hiss, ah..." echoed in his ears.

Huang Ye's heart skipped a beat.

"Sister, they are too excessive!"

"Hehe, this is already not bad. Steward Wu pleaded for me, so I only got five hits. Those five were harsh enough, my little butt is almost bruised."

After a busy while, Qing'er was finally helped onto the bed.

"Sister, you should lie in bed for a couple of days, I'll take care of you both."

"Thank you!"

"No need to be so polite, sister. I'll cover you with the blanket."

A soft, warm body leaned against Huang Ye.

Yue'er tidied up and then left.

Huang Ye's head emerged from the blanket.

Turning his head, he looked at Qing'er lying there, his heart involuntarily trembling.

He subconsciously asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Qing'er suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at Huang Ye.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, her mouth wide open, her face full of confusion and disbelief.

"Young Master, was that you speaking just now?" Qing'er asked, her voice trembling.

She had already seen Huang Ye's clear eyes, no longer a trace of confusion.

"Yes, I asked if it hurt a lot!"

A small hand reached out, pinching Huang Ye's face hard!

Damn, shouldn't she be pinching herself? Huang Ye frowned!

"Young Master, am I dreaming? You've really woken up."

Huang Ye smiled and nodded gently.

Wow! The little girl's tears flowed like an endless river.

Qing'er didn't look at him, burying her head in the pillow.

She started crying, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Huang Ye reached out, wanting to pat her back, his hand hovering in the air, hesitating to fall.

Finally, it landed, gently patting Qing'er's back.

"Alright, stop crying. Now that I'm awake, everything will be fine. Don't worry, I won't let you take a beating for nothing."

Qing'er continued to sob for a while before turning her head to look at Huang Ye.

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"Young Master, this beating was worth it, so worth it! You don't need to seek justice for me; I volunteered for this. If I hadn't been beaten, you might not have woken up.

I'm too happy to care right now."

After speaking, her tear-streaked face blossomed into a smile.

"Alright, you should rest well."

"I'm fine, just a bit sore. I can't sleep even if I try; I'm afraid if I fall asleep, it'll turn into a dream."

"Hehe, silly girl, this isn't a dream, I'm truly awake. By the way, only you know that I'm awake, don't tell anyone, not even Yue'er!"

"Young Master, it's good that you're awake, why not tell anyone?"

"Just do as I say."

"Young Master, Yue'er also serves you, I think she should know. It will be hard to hide it from her."

"Do you know why I brought the pastries back? Why I didn't eat breakfast?"

"Ah! So the Young Master has been awake for a while!"

"That's right."

Qing'er's face flushed. When did the Young Master wake up?

Could it have been last night? She was too embarrassed to ask, as she had been nestled in his arms all night.

"Are you saying you're putting on an act for Yue'er?"

"Exactly, besides you, I don't trust anyone."

"Qing'er understands, you want me to cooperate with you."

"Yes, I've been foolish for so many years, all my previous memories are gone, I remember nothing."

"Today, that Second Young Master clearly harbors ill intentions towards me, so I need to hide myself."

"Indeed, he has always been hostile towards you."

"I can understand that, in a big family like this, familial bonds are fleeting."

"By the way, what dynasty is it now?"

"Dynasty? What do you mean by that, Young Master?"

"Alright, let me rephrase, who is the current emperor?"

"Emperor? What's that?"

Huang Ye was stunned, no way, how could she not know what an emperor is?

This is a wealthy family, it's impossible to be completely unaware of court affairs.

"The emperor is the highest official, the big boss managing a country."

"Young Master, I don't know what you're talking about, let me tell you what I do know.

We live in a city, and you are the City Lord's son. To be precise, you are the City Lord's adopted son. Your father was a friend of the City Lord.

I heard your father passed away unexpectedly when you were very young, and your mother fell ill and passed away not long after.

After they passed away, you were taken in by the City Lord. The highest official here is the City Lord, I've never heard of any emperor."

Damn! Where exactly have I transmigrated to?

Huang Ye was a bit confused, this doesn't match up with history!

"Is there a king here?"

"I haven't heard of that either."

"What's the current calendar?"

"What's a calendar?"

"I mean the year, month, and day?"

"I know that, it's the 7th of June in the Year of Chen Yuan."

"What!"

Huang Ye was completely bewildered, damn, heavens, are you messing with me! What kind of time-space is this?

In his own country's history, he had at least studied it, and with that knowledge, he should have been able to thrive.

But this place was a complete blank for him, everything had to be explored on his own.

He had watched time-travel dramas before and fantasized about traveling to the dynasties of Zhu Yuanzhang, Li Shimin, Kangxi, and being more formidable than the protagonists in novels.

But now, being here, he was no different from a novice, how could he be so unfortunate?

"Young Master, you seem unhappy," Qing'er said, looking at Huang Ye's troubled expression.

"It's nothing, just not quite used to being awake yet. By the way, are there sun, moon, and stars here?"

"Yes, there are."

"How many hours are in a day?"

"What's an hour?"

"How is time measured?"

"It seems the Young Master has lost all memory. Here, a day is divided into twelve hours, with day and night each occupying six hours."

Huang Ye felt a bit reassured, it seemed there wasn't much difference between here and ancient times in his previous life.

"What does Chen Yuan mean?"

"I don't know that either, but it's always been used to calculate each day here."

Huang Ye was a bit puzzled, if Chen Yuan represented a dynasty, what dynasty could last over thirty-seven thousand years without falling?

It seemed there really were no countries here, people might follow a kind of default calendar.

Qing'er, being a maid who rarely went out, would find it hard to understand the full picture here.

These things could be set aside for now, the immediate concern was survival.

He didn't seem to be an ordinary person, at least he had some special abilities, like seeing things behind him.

He wondered what other differences his body had, it felt like he had a lot of strength now.

"Qing'er, when did I start becoming foolish?"

"Young Master, you started becoming foolish when you were ten."

"Oh! Did it happen suddenly?"

"No, that year you were beaten, and the City Lord couldn't find out who did it."

"When you were found, your head was covered in blood, and you had no breath."

"Later, the City Lord used a thousand-year-old ginseng and Doctor Xue's treatment to restore your breath.

After waking up, you became foolish and couldn't walk. By the way, Young Master, do you have any feeling in your legs?"

"I think I do."

"Really? Then you should be able to walk, let me see if you have any reaction."

With that, she turned painfully, her small hand reaching his thigh.

She pinched lightly, "How about now, do you feel it?"

"I do!"

Her small hand moved down, stopping at his calf.

"And here?"

"Alright, you don't need to touch anymore, I can feel everything. And nothing seems abnormal, I can bend my legs, and my toes can move."

With that, he deliberately shook his leg, not daring to let her hand continue, it was too soft, too comfortable.

Qing'er's tears flowed uncontrollably again.

"Alright, stop crying, I should be back to normal."

"Yes, yes, I'm just happy!"

"Young Master, do you have feeling in that place?" Qing'er asked, her face blushing.