“Where did he go? Where did Young Master go?”
Could it be that he realized what she had done—and deliberately avoided staying in his room?
No way! That couldn’t be it, right? If so, why had the Young Master obediently stayed in bed before, making it so easy for her to act?
Ye Ningyue was certain she hadn’t slipped up, not even a little. Her heart filled with questions—could there have been an external factor this time, something that caused the Young Master to not be in his room?
But what external factor?
“Wait!” Ye Ningyue suddenly remembered. After returning from the talent test with the little fox, there had been a strange, almost perverted expression on the Young Master’s face.
That image flashed through her mind, and an ominous guess took form.
Don’t tell me… he’s in that little fox’s room right now?
Damn it! That damned little fox—she showed up later, so why was the Young Master so taken with her?
Could it be because of her talent?
Ye Ningyue recalled the moment during the test when the Talent Stone had exploded.
To others, it may have seemed like a freak accident—but not to her. She knew it was no accident.
Back when her own talent was tested, her parents had stood beside her with hopeful eyes, murmuring over and over:
“Explode! Explode! Come on, explode! …Ah, so close!”
Seeing their disappointed expressions, young Ningyue had thought she was talentless and had immediately felt ashamed.
Her mother later explained that if the Talent Stone couldn’t withstand someone’s power and exploded, it meant one of two things—either the person carried immense fortune… or they were the reincarnation of a mighty being.
So, that little fox had to be one of the two.
Was the Young Master drawn to her because of her talent or her past identity?
Even if the possibility was slim, for the sake of the Young Master’s reputation, Ye Ningyue quickly slipped out of his room and arrived at the little fox’s.
Closing her eyes tightly, she sensed the air within the room—and just as she feared, the Young Master she longed for was inside.
Now what? Should she burst in and catch them in the act?
But what if he was in the middle of something and got scared—what if he ended up… damaged?
Torn, Ye Ningyue’s face showed hesitation. She stood frozen, unable to decide whether to go in or not.
Just then, a voice came from inside the room.
If she could learn the Young Master’s true purpose… then maybe she could stop worrying.
She immediately quieted her breath, leaned in, and listened.
As humans, there are always a few moments in life that make the heart pound—moments of blood-pumping intensity and unforgettable firsts.
Ye Ping’an had snuck into his junior sister’s room in the dead of night—not for any improper reason, but to investigate.
He needed to know if she was a reincarnated powerhouse or a child of destiny.
Still… entering a beautiful girl’s bedroom at midnight? Yeah, from the outside, it definitely looked bad.
Sure, she was still in her youthful stage—but so was he! In the eyes of adults, it might seem like two close kids sneaking off to play.
But for Ye Ping’an, who had lived two lifetimes, the inner struggle was real.
He tiptoed to his junior sister’s bedside. Observing her closely, he saw no signs of waking and breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, the explosion from the Talent Stone earlier had hit her square on the head—giving him this rare opportunity.
Carefully lifting the blanket, Ye Ping’an moved with utmost caution so as not to disturb her.
Generally, if someone was a reincarnated powerhouse, they’d bear a Mark of Reincarnation—but its location wasn’t fixed.
It could be on the face, the arm, the thigh… or sometimes in very private areas.
So the fastest way to find it was… well, to take off her dress.
But that wasn’t a problem for Ye Ping’an. In his past life, though he died single, he’d owned several humanoid demon maids at home.
He had plenty of experience with dressing and undressing female outfits—especially with his beloved Rem wife. Back when he first brought her home, he used to…
—Sorry, getting off-topic.
Back to the matter at hand: first, remove his junior sister’s little dress.
His movements had to be not only quick but precise. If she woke up midway, there’d be no way to explain himself.
He began untying the silk ribbon at her waist… but wait, why wasn’t it coming off as expected?
Beads of cold sweat began to form on Ye Ping’an’s forehead.
In theory, the dresses in this world should’ve been easy to remove—but why, after the ribbon, was there a bow? And under the bow, a waistband?
Even with all his experience, this dress’s complexity was stressing him out. Not only did he have to figure out how to take it off—he had to know how to put it back on properly.
If his junior sister noticed anything strange in the morning and traced it back to him, his spotless reputation would be ruined.
If the steps were fewer, he might have managed it all without her noticing—undressing and redressing her in secret.
But now? Just getting it off was exhausting. Putting it back on would be even worse.
“Damn it…” Ye Ping’an cursed softly.
“Senior Brother? What are you doing?”
Just as Ye Ping’an was busy fumbling at her waist, a soft and slightly puzzled voice echoed in the room.
He froze. Crap. He’d been discovered.
His mind went blank with panic. Scenes of future doom played clearly in his head.
He saw his junior sister, standing behind some typical overpowered protagonist—let’s call him Feng Aotian.
She looked at him with disgust, her hand resting dramatically on Feng Aotian’s arm, her voice trembling with righteous fury:
“Hero, that perverted, rotten, vile man once sneaked into my room when I was young, trying to steal my purity! You must bring me justice!”
In response, Feng Aotian’s face turned frosty. He glared at Ye Ping’an like he was filth. His spiritual sword lit up with a chilling glow as he coldly declared:
“For the sake of your past kindness as her senior brother, I’ll leave you a whole corpse. Thank me in the afterlife.”
Then—without even listening to Ye Ping’an’s pleas—he struck.
The sword fell. No resistance. Ye Ping’an’s head rolled from his body.
With unyielding eyes, he stared up at his junior sister and Feng Aotian flirting over his dead body.
He died full of regret… and also got force-fed a mouthful of dog food before his last breath.
Even in death… they didn’t stop feeding it to him.