Full Time Servant

The Young Miss's sudden diligence was an even more supernatural event for the entire Mo family than the Third Young Master's sudden strength improvement. So most people were paying attention to this matter, which also shifted everyone's attention and reduced focus on the Third Young Master considerably.

This matter was really too bizarre.

"Damn, what kind of looks and expressions are those? Can't I suddenly become diligent and pursue better cultivation?" The Young Miss said somewhat angrily, seeing everyone's gazes.

"You can, of course you can, Young Miss. You can do whatever you want."

"Hmph."

...

"Xiaoyao, stop right there for your sister."

"??" Xiaoyao turned around, looking toward the source of this domineering call. Without guessing, he knew it was Young Miss Mo Yu. "Young Miss, what's the matter?"

"You come over here." The Young Miss beckoned very domineeringly.

"Yes." Xiaoyao eagerly trotted over. At times like this, the best approach was to go along with the Young Miss's wishes. Opposing her would only bring trouble.

"Xiaoyao, tell me, will this work out or not?" The Young Miss pulled Xiaoyao into a very secluded place, then spoke quietly. This action made it very obvious they shared secrets.

"It'll work, of course it'll work." Xiaoyao looked left and right, seeming afraid of being discovered, yet also seeming indifferent to the Young Miss before him.

"Damn, your sister feels like you're being perfunctory." The Young Miss said with mild anger.

"I'm wrong. Sister... uh, Young Miss, I'm being very serious. It really will work." Xiaoyao immediately corrected his attitude toward the Young Miss.

"Sister is sister—no need to correct it. There's no one here anyway." The Young Miss caught Xiaoyao's slip of the tongue and said indifferently.

At least it wasn't like last time calling her old lady, the "sister" was acceptable.

The reason she called herself "sister" and adopted this verbal habit was because of Xiaoyao's previous incident. It made her feel that calling herself "old lady" seemed very bad, so she asked Xiaoyao what to come up with that would be as domineering as "old lady" but unused by others.

Thus, Xiaoyao directly suggested one word—Sister.

Sister? What was domineering about that?

Initially, the Young Miss didn't find this domineering and felt it didn't suit her as Qingyun City's overlord. But as she used it, she discovered its flavor and was very satisfied with Xiaoyao's suggestion, rewarding him.

Yes, Sister allows you to call Sister "Sister" in private.

"...I'll pass. You're the Young Miss, I'm a little servant. This would seem improper." Xiaoyao always refused this. He didn't want to take advantage.

Though he was just a little servant, he was free and easy and didn't want this trouble.

"What does it matter? Regardless of our status, we're good brothers, good buddies—what's to fear."

"..."

Good buddies...

If this came from a man's mouth, it would be normal. Even from a woman's mouth, Xiaoyao wouldn't think much. But from the Young Miss before him, he only felt it was wasteful.

Right, just wasteful.

This wasn't because Xiaoyao lacked opportunity—being good buddies made further romantic development very difficult, though Xiaoyao hadn't considered this anyway.

The wastefulness here came from the Young Miss herself...

"Alright, let's not discuss this first." Xiaoyao changed the subject. "What you want won't succeed immediately. Wait first—at least until Qingyun City's Dragon Gate Tournament ends. There's still a month left. Go cultivate hard and strive to captivate your beloved's heart in the best condition."

Xiaoyao's words could explain the Young Miss's supernatural behavior—suddenly becoming diligent because she was working hard for her beloved, wanting to pursue someone.

Obviously, this was Xiaoyao's idea.

"Good. You said this. If I can't captivate them, watch out—I'll beat you." The Young Miss said loudly. If it were someone else, they might blush with embarrassment, but not her.

"..." Xiaoyao was speechless, wanting to say this had nothing to do with him. Success or failure depended on heaven's will. If heaven didn't let miracles happen, it was basically impossible to achieve.

However, Xiaoyao didn't dare say this because he knew if he did, the consequences would only be worse.

Sigh, Young Miss, you really like challenging high difficulties...

Xiaoyao remembered that day when he was still poking at mouse holes, receiving the Young Miss's "affectionate" greeting, being "pushed down" against the wall, then "pinned" under her, and then...

"Kid, immediately help me investigate this person—find out everything. Eh, how is it you, kid?" While throwing a sketch to Xiaoyao, the Young Miss seemed to also discover who Xiaoyao was.

Obviously, the Young Miss had just randomly found someone to do the task. Very unluckily, she saw Xiaoyao's big butt swaying around, and her heart had the desire to kick it, so—

Xiaoyao didn't care whether the Young Miss had mistaken him for someone else. He took the sketch, looked at it, and said: "Is this from Young Miss's own hand?"

"Of course. How is it? Not bad."

"If there weren't a small explanatory text beside it, I'd definitely suspect whether this person was a monster."

"..."

As Xiaoyao said, the Young Miss's sketch was very tragic—simply unbearable to look at. It gave Xiaoyao the direct impulse to tear it up. Fortunately, he restrained himself, or he would have been torn apart by the Young Miss.

"Young Miss, since you drew this person, you must have seen them. Describe them to me—I'll draw it and let you confirm. Be detailed so it's easier to find." Xiaoyao looked at the Young Miss's face about to explode and said seriously.

"Just like this." The Young Miss didn't dwell on her artistic skills. At this moment, she only wanted to know who the person she'd seen before was.

"Cherry lips, willow eyebrows, oval face..."

"..." Xiaoyao was somewhat speechless. According to the Young Miss's description, that person was like the difference between an angel and demon compared to her drawing.

"Wait, do you have a pen?" The Young Miss suddenly discovered a very serious problem—it seemed there was no paper or pen here now.

"No, but this will work." Xiaoyao also had none but had something to substitute.

"What's this? Charcoal? Will this work?" The Young Miss looked at Xiaoyao somewhat puzzledly. This charcoal seemed to be what Xiaoyao had just used to smoke out mouse holes.

"It works. For drawing sketches, this will have better effects."

"Whatever. What about paper?" The Young Miss said indifferently.

"This..." Xiaoyao took out a small stack of paper.

When the Young Miss saw this stack of paper, she immediately kicked it away and angrily said: "Damn. Toilet paper. Do you want to die?"

"Then let's first draw on the wall. We can paint over it later anyway. Not many people come here." Xiaoyao rubbed his buttocks and said indifferently.

"I don't care. Just hurry up and find that person for me." The Young Miss didn't care about the wall being drawn on—such matters didn't require her concern at all.

"Alright then. Oval face, willow eyebrows..." Xiaoyao began drawing. If the Young Miss had paid attention then, she would have discovered Xiaoyao's technique was very skilled and fast, like an expert in this field.

The current Young Miss only cared whether the drawing was accurate, pointing out some differences and having Xiaoyao modify them.

"Make the face a bit more pointed, nose a bit higher..."

After much effort and modification, Xiaoyao brought an extremely delicate and beautiful portrait to life on this wall. This beautiful portrait would become a legend for the Mo family and even all of Qingyun City in the time to come.

When discovered later, that unique charcoal drawing technique, so realistic it felt like a real person was before you, deeply attracted everyone's gaze.

However, the two people present had no mind to pay attention to these things—one because it came from his own handiwork, the other because she cared about more important matters.

"That's right. Just like this. Kid, you actually have this skill..." After praising briefly, the Young Miss immediately changed her tone. "Now hurry up and find this person for me..."

"But Young Miss, I'm still catching mice..."

"Come back and catch them later. A few more mice won't kill anyone."

"Yes, Young Miss."

Xiaoyao put down his work and asked for some intelligence, like where the Young Miss had encountered this person and where she'd lost track.

Why did Xiaoyao think the Young Miss had lost track? The answer was obvious—if she hadn't lost track, the Young Miss wouldn't be looking for someone to investigate. She could have handled it herself.

Soon, Xiaoyao arrived at the place where the Young Miss had encountered the woman in the picture, then went around asking people with the portrait. Of course, this portrait was redrawn on paper—and not toilet paper.

For beautification, the Young Miss not only had Xiaoyao add a body, draw poses, and draw backgrounds, but also frame it.

Just these tasks took Xiaoyao considerable time. Originally he said this was wasteful and finding the person was urgent, but the Young Miss was unwilling, saying how could such a portrait be shown to people.

Arms can't twist thighs—who told her to be the Young Miss? Whatever she said went.

"Young Miss, I found out. The person you're looking for is called Nangong Su. She's the third miss of the Nangong family. It's said her name originally would have had more characters, just like the one who fought with you last time—her elder sister Nangong Suxin. But apparently someone carelessly forgot to write her remaining characters on the family register, so she can only be called Nangong Su. This seems similar to Young Miss's situation."

"Cough, cough, you don't need to mention that. What else?"

"Also, she seems proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Her martial level is above Human level. Her weapon is a three-foot blue-edge sword produced by our Mo family. She likes eating Yipin Xiang from Tianxiang Restaurant and goes there for a few days every month..." Xiaoyao organized his information and reported to the Young Miss.

(End of Chapter)

Translator’s Note:

Our young miss has a habit of calling Xiaoyao “kid,” while referring to herself as “the old lady.” I’ve been translating it that way all along, until I recently had a small revelation. The Chinese characters for “old lady” and “mother” are quite similar… and in this case, she was actually calling herself mother.

Not in the literal sense, of course, more like that joking, exaggerated way friends say “Call me your father” or “Your dad’s here.” It’s a dominating move, not a sudden declaration of parenthood.

So now I’m wondering: should I stick with “old lady,” or switch to “mother” to stay closer to the original meaning?

Let me know what you prefer.

Anyway, as you probably noticed in the latest chapter, after a slip of the tongue from Xiaoyao, our young miss took the opportunity to rethink her self-appointed title. She asked Xiaoyao for a better alternative, and was promptly offered “sister.” Naturally, she accepted — and just like that, the “old lady/mother” era came to a quiet end.