Chapter 3: The Silly Young Lady

Chapter 3: The Silly Young Lady

Because she felt the coldest, hardest object pressing against the back of her head. Driven by killer instinct, Ye Qian knew it was a gun—a gun capable of taking her life!

Turning around, the icy sensation spread from her forehead through her entire body. Ye Qian looked coldly at the person in front of her. "So it was you. Heh, Meng Rao, actually Boss had already suspected there was a mole. I really didn't expect it to be you."

Meng Rao froze for a moment, then said to Ye Qian in a mocking tone, "Ye Qian, if I kill you, take the Glazed Ring, hand it over to Boss, and then tell Boss that you were the one who defected... tell me, would Boss believe you or me?"

"Meng Rao, you..." Before she could finish her sentence, Ye Qian's vision blurred, and she lost consciousness, falling into a void of darkness.

It felt as if she had been sucked into a whirlpool; time seemed to have stopped, and everything around her was pitch black... After an unknown amount of time, Ye Qian finally sensed a sliver of light in the darkness and slowly opened her eyes.

Stimulated by the light, Ye Qian abruptly closed her eyes again. Gradually, her sensory perception began to clear.

The first thing Ye Qian heard was a wail comparable to a lion's roar: "Miss... Miss, uuuu... please hang on a little longer, the Head of the House will be back soon... uuuuuu..." Ye Qian was somewhat speechless. She couldn't be in a mental asylum, could she?! Or was she dreaming?! What? Miss? I'm a Madam!

Ye Qian opened her mouth to say something, but only produced a series of coughs: "Cough, cough..." As she slightly adjusted to the glaring light, she opened her eyes and saw the room she was in clearly.

First, there were antique-style pieces of furniture, then several pots of decorative flowers and plants, and then the bed she was lying on. Of course, there was also the little girl who had just been wailing by her bedside with such intensity that it could move heaven and earth...

Upon hearing Ye Qian's faint coughing, the source of the crying stopped abruptly. Then, she spoke tentatively, "Mi... Miss?!"

Staring blankly at the young girl before her—who wore an ancient hairstyle, a long green dress, and was constantly wiping away tears—Ye Qian was bewildered... Wasn't she at Mount Feng with Meng Rao? How did she end up here? Could it be... that what she just heard and saw was all real?!

Right now, there were only two words in her mind: 'Transmigration.'

Heavens! She couldn't be this lucky, could she? She actually transmigrated?! She transmigrated, hey! Since the heavens had given her a chance at rebirth, she would naturally make the most of this new identity to live on.

In that case, this little girl before her was her "former" maid.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ye Qian coughed again and pointed to her throat, signaling that she wanted water.

"Ah? Oh, oh." The little maid nodded foolishly, stumbled over to the table, and carefully poured a cup of water. She then gently helped Ye Qian up and held the cup, intending to feed her. Ye Qian froze for a moment, clearly feeling a bit uncomfortable, so she took the cup from the little maid's hands and began to drink on her own.

Now it was the little maid's turn to be stunned. Looking at the dazed little maid, Ye Qian thought to herself: *This little girl didn't cry herself stupid, did she?!*

"Miss... how many is this?" The little maid tremblingly held up two fingers, waving them in front of her. Ye Qian cleared her throat and said strangely, "Two..."

The little maid's eyes instantly filled with tears again. She hugged Ye Qian and began to cry once more: "Miss... you're finally not silly anymore... truly, fools have their own blessings, uuuuuu..."

Ye Qian: "..."