Chapter 4: 4.第4章 妖孽美男

Otherwise, she would not have such a wonderful feeling.

For an assassin, one must be devoid of emotion and heart to reach greater heights.

And it was precisely because of this.

She, Yun Tingruo, relying on her unpredictable medical skills and peerless combat prowess, had created her own myth amidst blood and slaughter.

She made various factions, whether from the underworld or the legitimate world, turn pale and suffer headaches at the mere mention of her name.

In the twenty-first century, Yun Tingruo was a Ghost Doctor Assassin; after her transmigration, Yun Tingruo would still live as she pleased!

"Don't speak, I'm fine."

Seeing that Dong'er was about to speak, Yun Tingruo interrupted her in time.

That crisp voice, that clean tone—there was none of the usual stuttering, foolishness.

Dong'er gave her young mistress a strange look. Could it be that because of her injuries, even her ears were hallucinating?

In the past, when the Young Mistress spoke, she stuttered heavily and could never make herself understood.

Yes, it must be a hallucination!

Taking in Dong'er's expression, Yun Tingruo couldn't help but want to laugh.

But explaining herself was not in Yun Tingruo's character.

As she helped Dong'er up, that tiny movement sent a wave of dizziness through Yun Tingruo's head.

Her legs, moreover, could not stop trembling.

Too weak.

How could this body be this weak?

Compared to her previous body at the age of five, this body was even more frail.

However, she, Yun Tingruo, would not succumb to such self-abandonment.

Dong'er watched Yun Tingruo's actions, dumbfounded and stunned.

She had never seen a Young Mistress like this.

From head to toe, there wasn't a trace of a fool to be found.

At this moment, the Young Mistress exuded an aura of pressure that made one's heart tighten.

Dong'er struggled to open her eyes, and that glimpse of elegance became forever etched in her vision.

She allowed herself to be supported by Yun Tingruo.

The spacious courtyard was filled with blooming flowers, willow branches swayed like silk, and the air was fragrant with birdsong and blossoms, beautiful as a fairyland.

Looking at such a magnificent courtyard, Yun Tingruo let out a "cold snort." Madam Yun put on a good show on the surface; she never let her food, clothing, or housing fall short.

In the past, the old Yun Tingruo felt very grateful toward Madam Yun.

Whatever Madam Yun said, was law.

She even believed that when the siblings in the manor bullied her, it was because she wasn't liked by the family. When she was beaten or injured, she always nursed her wounds in silence.

The ridiculous reason was that she didn't want to trouble Madam Yun, fearing that Madam Yun would like her even less in the future.

She had never suspected Madam Yun of anything.

But the current Yun Tingruo was no longer that foolish Yun Tingruo.

She was a soul that had borrowed a corpse to return, a reborn soul occupying this body.

Although she was seven years old, her thoughts and inner self were absolutely those of a twenty-something adult.

The maids and old nannies in the courtyard only gave a lazy glance.

They continued to sit under the eaves, cracking melon seeds and gossiping.

Although the Fourth Young Mistress was the mistress of this courtyard, these maids and nannies knew better.

It was merely a superficial courtesy from the Madam.

Besides, this Fourth Young Mistress was just a fool; even if she spoke out, no one would believe her.

Therefore, although these maids and nannies were Yun Tingruo's people, only Dong'er actually served her.

Yun Tingruo felt a chilling aura throughout her body, but she knew now was not the time to speak.

Under the gaze of the crowd, she helped Dong'er back to her room.

With the privacy of the room, it was much easier for Yun Tingruo to act.

Methodically, she cleared the mud and stains from Dong'er's mouth and nose; this was basic common sense.

She then tilted Dong'er's head down and pressed on her back, forcing her breathing to become steady.

After a short while, Dong'er was much better than she had been just moments ago.

Blinking her bright eyes, she stared intently at Yun Tingruo.

Was this really her Young Mistress?

Why did she have the illusion that the Young Mistress had changed?

"Dong'er, I am no longer the Young Mistress of the past. From now on, no one will bully us."

Dong'er opened her mouth, but no words came out.

But from those panicked eyes, one could see how shocked she was in her heart.

The Young Mistress had spoken, and so fluently, without a trace of foolishness.

She confirmed that what she had just heard was real.

It was not an illusion.

"Young Mistress!" Dong'er suddenly burst into tears, but Yun Tingruo quickly covered her mouth.

She signaled for her to remain silent.

Those maids and nannies outside were all Shen Biqiu's eyes and ears.

If they found out she was no longer a fool, they would intensify their efforts to eliminate her.

The old Yun Tingruo was a fool, but things were different now; Yun Tingruo was no longer a fool.

This would have a massive impact on her identity and the identity of her siblings.

Because Yun Tingruo was born a legitimate daughter, born of the original wife.

While Shen Biqiu was the second wife. Yun Qingwan was originally a concubine's daughter, and Yun Chenfeng was a concubine's son; they only held the status of legitimate children because their mother had ascended to the position.

Yun Tingruo was a thorn in Shen Biqiu's side through and through.

Because as long as she existed, in the eyes of the world, Shen Biqiu would always be seen as a second wife who had risen to power.

If Yun Tingruo were a fool, she could at least be left in peace for the time being.

In the past, Yun Tingruo would have been extremely disdainful; with her strength, all of this would have been too easy.

But now, she was merely a seven-year-old girl.

To survive in this foreign world, she must not alert the enemy; she could only grow strong rapidly in the shadows.

That was her only capital for survival.

Dong'er was a clever and sensible girl, and she understood quickly.

Although the Madam was outwardly kind to the Young Mistress, she had done many bad things to her in private.

Now that the Young Mistress was well, it must be the protection of the Young Mistress's mother in heaven.

Dong'er's face flushed with excitement, wanting to jump up and celebrate.

But thinking of the many eyes in the shadows, she held back.

"Alright, rest first. I'm going out."

If she stayed in Dong'er's room for too long, the maids would notice her absence and come looking.

If they heard anything, it would be nothing but trouble.

Dong'er nodded, intelligently closing her mouth and saying nothing more.

Returning to her own room, the first thing Yun Tingruo did was go to the dressing table. Looking into the carved copper mirror, she finally saw her current appearance.

A weak frame, malnourished skin, and a thin, bony little face made Yun Tingruo frown.

In her memories, her diet had always been quite good.

How could a seven-year-old body look so malnourished and scrawny?

It looked as if she would fall over if the wind blew too hard.

But subconsciously, Yun Tingruo would never believe it was due to her own poor constitution.

Although she ate little of things like ginseng or abalone, she had chicken, duck, fish, and meat at every meal.

And a seven-year-old body was exactly when one should be growing the fastest.

Something was strange.

The wind blew gently through the window, playfully lifting the hair at her forehead as if playing hide-and-seek.

Fluctuations in the air were something Yun Tingruo was most familiar with.

Her long career as an assassin had given her a keen awareness of the changes in the natural world.

"What sharp eyes. You clearly discovered me long ago, so why didn't you say anything!"

As the words fell, a figure fluttered down from the lush branches, standing ten paces away from Yun Tingruo.

Hearing the man's words, the corner of Yun Tingruo's mouth twitched.

It seemed this voyeur was actually resentful that she had ignored him.

She had noticed him back in the deserted courtyard; she had originally thought he was just a passerby watching the commotion.

She hadn't expected him to follow her.

The man appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. The dim light reflected off him, casting a golden glow, while his ink-black hair fluttered in the wind.

He wore a dark purple silk robe embroidered with gold patterns, layered with a thin, black, wide-sleeved silk shirt. At his waist was a pale purple jade belt set with white jade pendants, making him look exceptionally elegant and noble.

His long black hair was neither tied nor bound, flowing loosely behind him, giving him a thoroughly bewitching, demonic air.