Essence Chapter 005: Do You Want to Enter the Bridal Chamber?

It turns out that the ranger didn't understand what I was writing, so most friends probably would feel ambiguous about it too. This has only thirteen chapters; let me finish posting them before saying more (of course, it's impossible for the thirteen chapters to conclude the story). After posting all thirteen chapters, I will bring a new novel. The original name was "The World's Number One Assassin," but since that name seems to already exist on the internet, it was renamed "The Empire Alliance – Assassin Arc." You may have noticed the word “arc”; bold guess, yes! It is part of the "Empire Alliance series of novels"! Besides this, there are "The Empire Alliance – Knight Arc," "The Empire Alliance – Warrior Arc," "The Empire Alliance – Mage Arc," and "The Empire Alliance – Priest Arc." Undoubtedly, the original names were all something like "World's Number One [something]." Since I like the assassin profession the most, I started with the “assassin” arc. As for the other arcs, it would take ten years or more to complete. You could also say the other arcs are just fantasies; I only hope 7723 can continue to accompany me along the way. I will work hard to write each chapter well; the statement is that 7723 will have the first release, and it will also update simultaneously on Qidian Chinese Network (although it's just not reviewed for now; the review will be submitted upon completion so it can be shared with everyone on Qidian as well). Having said so much, I still don't know if I can persistently keep writing; I can only silently pray in my heart, "God bless me..." (of course, God doesn't exist). Now, into the main text. Chapter 005 – Should I Enter the Bridal Chamber? ------------------------------------- Seven months later. "I don't want to listen! I won't listen!" The clear childish voice rang out inside the Ye Group mansion. Ye Yun covered his ears, pouted, and sat on the bed, puffing with anger. What Mozart, what nonsense, they said it sounds beautiful, but I have no idea what they're singing. I'm not listening! Seven months, I've been listening for seven whole months—I might as well die. If there were outsiders here, they would definitely be amazed at the little boy sitting on the bed sulking; who has ever seen a seven-month-old speak so fluently? Probably no one. Beside Ye Yun's bed, though Yang Lan was mad, she said helplessly: “Good baby, Xiao Yun Yun, listening to Mozart's music is really good for you. Look, I play it for you every day, and you've learned to speak so quickly. If you keep listening for a few more months, Mommy guarantees you will learn arithmetic too.“What does what mean? Who said listening to Mozart's music will make you talk sooner? I could talk from the beginning—I could do it right after I was born! I just didn't want to scare you. If listening to Mozart could make me stronger, I would break bricks for you right now!

Speaking of breaking bricks, Ye Yun really has the strength. After seven months of training, his level has already reached three-star hybrid master, enough to fight ordinary magical beasts. But he hasn't seen much magical beast since coming here.

Oh no, more accurately, he has seen five—those five magical beasts his dad summoned, which ran very fast. Especially the black, long one that ate him and then spat him out—very powerful.

Tragic Ye Yun—he still doesn't know that the powerful magical beast he imagined in his mind was actually an extended Lincoln…

Yang Lan, on the other hand, attributed her son's early talking ability to Mozart. Listening to Mozart made him grow bigger, even boosted his IQ. Seeing this method work, she recommended it to Zhou Duoling, but it was not as effective with Zi Ling. Zi Ling did not start speaking until the fourth month, which was considered relatively late under normal circumstances.

However, what surprised Zhou Duoling was that the first word Zi Ling spoke was not ‘daddy' or ‘mommy,' but ‘Brother Ye…'

After the initial surprise, a sincere smile appeared on Zhou Duoling's face.

“Alright, you won't listen, huh?” Yang Lan seemed a bit angry and said indignantly.

Ye Yun's heart jolted. Could it be that mom is really mad? Should I listen for… a whole day? No! Absolutely not! Not even for the length of an incense stick! So he resolutely said, “I won't listen!”

Yang Lan was also stunned, not expecting her son to be so stubborn. She said, “Alright, if you won't listen, mom won't pay attention to you anymore. I will throw you out into the street, no food, no clothes…” Her words stopped, as she herself was shocked. She asked herself: he's only seven months old! Yang Lan, Yang Lan, how cruel you are!

Hehe, it's no wonder Yang Lan would think this way, because her feeling towards Ye Yun was not one towards a seven-month-old child.

Using these tricks on me, fooling a child would work, but to deal with me, it's useless. Ye Yun knew Yang Lan's weakness well and immediately came up with a strategy: cry.This method really worked. As soon as Ye Yun cried, Yang Lan's heart softened. She scooped Ye Yun up in her arms, stroking her hair while planting a kiss on her chubby little face, saying, "Good baby, Mommy was wrong, okay? If you don't want to listen, then you don't have to. Whatever you want."

Ye Yun wiped away her tears and laughed, but Yang Lan didn't notice the smugness hidden in that smile. She sweetly said, "Mommy is really good." Then she mimicked the action and planted a kiss on Yang Lan's face.

Yang Lan's heart instantly blossomed with joy, and she began to play with her baby.

"Baby, do you think Mommy is nicer to you or Daddy?"

"Baby is nice by herself…"

"Then do you like Mommy a little more or Daddy a little more?"

"Baby likes sleeping a little more…"

"In the future, you have to study hard, okay?"

"I don't want to study, I want to sleep…"

"If when you grow up, Mommy wants you to marry Zi Ling, would you like Sister Zi Ling? Hmm?"

"…"

"Baby?"

"…"

"You little rascal, you actually fell asleep." Yang Lan patted Ye Yun on the bottom half with mock annoyance and chuckled. She really liked children. Having a child at home to keep her company, talking a little, joking a little, made everyday life so warm and comforting.

But sometimes when Zhou Duoling brought Zi Ling over, it was a different story. At those times, Ye Yun would play the host, taking the initiative to take care of Sister Zi Ling, pushing her wheelchair into a room and locking the door.

At times like that, Zhou Duoling would inevitably tease: "Xiao Yun, are you planning a wedding night?"

Ye Yun calmly responded, "Yes, I'm going to have lots of chubby, fair sons for Auntie." The words didn't quite match the meaning…

Then Zhou Duoling would turn to blame Yang Lan: "Look what you've taught the child to do."

Innocent Yang Lan would just watch Ye Yun's little back, her teeth itching in annoyance, muttering to herself. If anyone could hear, they would know Yang Lan was saying, "You Ye Li! How dare you corrupt my son? Just wait until you come back and I'll teach you a good lesson…"

As Ye Yun got more chances to see Zi Ling, he continued his experiments. Although he couldn't break through that invisible barrier, he still had plenty of time, so he wasn't in a hurry.Fortunately, seven-month-old Ziling still couldn't speak coherently, so Ye Yun felt at ease and boldly infused true energy into Ziling's body, simultaneously nourishing her body while attacking the obstacles.

Every time this happened, Ziling would feel an indescribable comfort all over and fall into a deep sleep.

And before Zhou Duoling returned, the daughter she got from Ye Yun's hands was always asleep. When asked why this was so, Ye Yun replied convincingly, 'I was telling Sister Ziling a story, but she fell asleep.'

Ye Yun's life was not too dull, and another two years passed.

In two years, Ye Yun's cultivation progress was not slow at all. Because the spiritual energy in this world was extremely scarce, he had only reached the One-Star Mixed Heaven Spirit level.

If it were in his previous life, two years would have been enough for him to cultivate from zero to the peak of Mixed Heaven Spirit.

Due to the extensive modifications to his body's strength, Ye Yun's skin was always smooth and plump, and coupled with his face, which was even more beautiful than a girl's, his overall aura became very extraordinary.

However, he had stayed on his exclusive eighth floor for the past two years and had never been to other parts of the mansion. The people he knew could be counted on one hand: his mother Yang Lan, father Ye Li, grandmother Sun Xiaoxiao, grandfather Ye Daoliang, nanny Xiao Cui, Aunt Zhou Duoling, and little sister Zhang Ziling—no more.

As the child grew older, Yang Lan found him increasingly clever and adorable. It wasn't just her; everyone who met him felt the same. Well, the number of people who had met him was very few.

Among those, the person who doted on Ye Yun the most was Ye Daoliang. This old man liked Ye Yun no matter how he looked at him—just his appearance alone could disarm anyone. The old man held Ye Yun carefully for fear of dropping him, cherished him for fear of him melting away, and no matter how busy he was every day, he would always make time to see Ye Yun, leaving Ye Yun's little face kissed red and swollen…

'Brother Ye.' A sound as melodious as silver bells came from the entrance of the eighth floor. Ye Yun stopped cultivating, knowing that Ziling had arrived.

He stepped forward, placed his hand on the wheelchair handle at his height, and pushed Ziling into the living room. The sight of a child pushing a wheelchair looked awkward no matter how you looked at it, but fortunately, no one was watching.

'Ziling, did you come by yourself again?' Ye Yun walked up to her, sat cross-legged on the floor, and said.Now Ziling was no longer the little baby she once was. Her figure was impeccable, and in terms of looks alone, she could rival Ye Yun, whose handsome appearance carried a touch of gentleness. Ye Yun was soft and handsome, whereas Ziling, on the basis of gentle beauty, had an additional hint of youthful innocence and naivety.

"Let's get started," Ye Yun said, entering the session straightforwardly.

Ziling nodded obediently and said, "Okay."

Ye Yun adjusted his breath for a moment, then with practiced ease, placed his right hand in the middle of Ziling's thigh, gently channeling a stream of true energy into her thigh.

A sense of comfort spread throughout her body again. Ziling leaned back in the wheelchair, indulging in the sensation, wishing she could fall asleep right there. But she didn't sleep, because she felt that at this moment, Ye Yun was like a great hero curing her illness, and his serious expression was something she would never forget.

An hour later.

When Ye Yun opened his tired eyes and saw Ziling blinking her big eyes at him, he let out a helpless smile: "Little sister, you're not sleeping again."

Ziling spoke slowly and seriously, sentence by sentence: "I'm not sleepy. Brother Ye, this is a handkerchief for you." She took out the silk handkerchief she had prepared from her pocket and handed it to Ye Yun.

"Thank you," Ye Yun said with a slight smile. He suddenly realized that this two-year-old girl in front of him resembled someone, his mother from a previous life. Their aura was strikingly similar. Ye Yun genuinely liked this sort of temperament, which further confirmed his stance toward Ziling: he must protect her from harm, no matter what.

I am her brother. I will take care of her until she finds her other half in life. As for myself? He had never considered it, nor did he want to—these were troublesome questions.

"Alright, Ziling, you can go back now," Ye Yun said, picking up the call device on the glazed table beside him. After saying a few words into it, he stood up, pushed Ziling's wheelchair to the entrance of the eighth floor, and said, "Walk carefully on your own from here. I won't accompany you. Sister Xiao Cui will take you home."

Ziling made a soft sound in acknowledgment, raised her tiny hand in a wave, and said, "Goodbye, Brother Ye."

Ye Yun habitually replied, "Goodbye."

Back then, every time Ziling said goodbye on returning, Ye Yun felt extremely awkward, but gradually, he got used to it.People can always quickly adapt to new environments, and Ye Yun was no exception. He was gradually adjusting to his new surroundings. Learning to use all sorts of strange and unusual things became a daily compulsory lesson for him.

Especially in the beginning, when using the electric light, seeing something that emitted pure white light, Ye Yun couldn't help but sigh in admiration: what a top-quality night pearl! And then there were the magical faucets, weird clothes, the year-round cold refrigerator, the electric fan that produced wind…

Ye Yun let out a long sigh, recalling various things from this life, and his gaze gradually became distant.

Perhaps, it was time to go out for a walk…