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The Young Master of the Ming Family fell into the water.
Many people gathered at the entrance of the Ming Family, eager to witness the spectacle and speculating whether Kun Ze had drowned. Soon, the news broke: Ming Xiting was not dead.
However, in reality, he was in a worse predicament than death. Inside the Ming Mansion, Ming Xiting stood with his hands on his hips, his almond-shaped eyes fixed on the door as he shouted, "Let go of me! Don't stop me! I need to go back! My real body is under the river! I am not your young master; I am someone from another world, from the future! Do you understand? No, I should say, I am from another parallel universe!"
Seeing their young master’s increasingly outrageous claims, Su Ye struggled to keep his composure but looked at Ming Xiting with a loving expression and said, "Young Master, don’t worry. The master will definitely invite the best doctors in Jiangnan to treat you. You fell into the water and now you’re talking nonsense." After saying this, Su Ye appeared ready to burst into tears.
Upon witnessing this, Ming Xiting, feeling exhausted from talking, stopped and began to survey the room.
The room was adorned with ancient charm, featuring exquisitely carved decorations. The screens were inlaid with jade and gold, and the bedding was made of fine silk. Even the flowing robe he wore after waking up was genuine silk satin. It seemed that this family was quite affluent.
While Ming Xiting was taking in his surroundings, Ming Zhao arrived with several doctors—seven or eight of Jiangnan's most renowned physicians lined up to examine him.
After they finished their consultations, Ming Zhao anxiously asked, "Doctor, is my son alright?"
The doctors all responded in unison: "Your young master is fine; he just suffered a scare from falling into the water. A few days of rest will suffice."
They then left behind several prescriptions to prevent colds.
"I told you I don’t want this! I want mangoes! Apples are too hard; get me something else!" Ming Xiting shouted stubbornly.
Ming Fu's eyelids twitched. Those were imperial delicacies meant for tribute to the palace. After years of trading and transporting goods from the southern regions, he had managed to save a basket for his own family—saying it was worth its weight in gold would not be an exaggeration. Although Xi Ting had always been spoiled, he understood the value of tribute goods and would never demand them so brazenly.
Upon hearing this, Su Ye looked awkwardly at Ming Zhao. Ming Zhao closed his eyes for a moment and waved his hand helplessly, saying, "Get it for him!"
Well then, since the new emperor had just established his reign, it seemed unlikely that he would burden the people or waste resources. He would simply send another gift instead. As for this matter, Xi Ting had been startled and was not thinking clearly; it was better not to provoke him further.
Initially, I thought my son would recover after a few days of rest. However, just a few days later, Ming Xiting was constantly preparing to sneak out of the house again, planning to row a boat alone.
Last time he left the house secretly, he was deceived by bandits and had to jump into the river when he couldn't escape. I couldn't understand why he wanted to do it again so soon.
Upon hearing this, Ming Zhao set aside his business discussions and immediately went to find his son.
Eventually, they found Ming Xiting on a small boat, seemingly testing the waters with his hand, contemplating whether to jump in.
When Ming Zhao arrived and saw this scene, his heart sank. He grabbed Ming Xiting and began to cry, "My son, what has got hold of you? Why do you keep coming to the river? Are you truly possessed by something unclean from beneath the water? Don’t worry; we’ll go back home, and I’ll ask Mage to exorcise it for you."
Ming Xiting had been pondering whether to jump into the river to return home but hesitated, fearing that the water was deep and that his body had already been consumed by fish and shrimp over the past few days. However, upon hearing "exorcise," his eyes lit up. Perhaps this method was reliable; after all, he wasn't truly Ming Xiting—his soul and body were mismatched. It seemed plausible that an exorcism could separate them and allow him to return to his own world.
But ideals are often grander than reality.
Ming Xiting stood there in a red robe, holding a small basin, watching Mage dance around him in circles. Mage appeared quite impressive but had been dancing for half an hour—equivalent to an hour in modern time. If it were going to work, it would have done so by now; it seemed like nothing more than a charlatan living off others.
Finally unable to hold back any longer, Ming Xiting kicked the con artist away and shouted angrily, "Get lost!"
Old Ming nearly had a heart attack from fright as the con artist continued pointing at Ming Xiting, saying, "This demon is too terrifying; only the true yang energy of the world can subdue it."
After throwing out some vague tricks typical of swindlers, the con artist took the hush money given by Old Ming and fled in disgrace.
However, the hush didn't last long. Soon everyone in Jiangnan knew that the young master of the Ming family had fallen into the water and seemed possessed or mad, constantly speaking things incomprehensible to ordinary people. Only his old father kept inviting doctors to examine him. Yet every doctor who came would say there was nothing wrong and leave with prescriptions that were ineffective.
Looking at the pot of orchids on the windowsill—its roots had been ruined by herbal concoctions—Ming Xiting couldn't help but twitch his lips. At this rate of treatment, he would be sick even if he wasn't.
"Young Master, Doctor Ye has arrived."
Since the renowned doctors from Jiangnan had examined him and declared him free of illness, Ming Zhao turned his attention to other physicians. Within a few days, he sought out different doctors to examine Ming Xiting.
Without needing to look, Ming Xiting knew it was his adoptive father who had summoned yet another doctor. Without turning around, he said, “I’m fine. Tell him not to come again. Send him to the front gate, settle his consultation fee, and bring me a bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.”
“Scrambled eggs with tomatoes?”
Su Ye was still trying to comprehend what strange request his young master had made when Ye Chen, who was carrying a medicine box over one shoulder, spoke up first. “That’s not enough! You should at least have Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Little Cake, Puff, and some cola!”
Upon hearing this, Su Ye looked even more puzzled. What on earth was Doctor Ye talking about?
At that moment, Ming Xiting rushed out.
His eyes immediately fell upon a handsome young man in his twenties, dressed in simple white robes, standing at the door. The man smiled gently at him, the corners of his mouth curving slightly.
A warm current surged in Ming Xiting’s heart as his eyes instantly moistened, tears welling up in his gaze. His lips trembled with excitement; he seemed to want to say something but found himself momentarily speechless.
After a brief pause, he pulled Ye Chen into his room and tossed a command to Su Ye: “Just tell the kitchen to prepare it without bothering me and Doctor Ye.”
In truth, Kun Ze was not allowed to interact with outsiders, especially not with someone like Kun Ze himself. However, since Doctor Ye was indeed Kun Ze, Su Ye didn’t think much of it and went off to relay the message to the Small Kitchen.
With his young master finally refraining from making any more strange requests these past few days, Su Ye let out a sigh of relief.
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