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The young master of the Ming family, Ming Xiting, had fallen into the water.
A crowd gathered outside the Ming residence, eager to witness the family's misfortune, speculating whether Kun Ze had drowned. Soon enough, the news broke: Ming Xiting was not dead.
However, in reality, he was in a worse predicament than death. Inside the Ming manor, Ming Xiting stood with his hands on his hips, his almond-shaped eyes fixed on the entrance as he shouted, "Let go of me! Don't stop me! I need to go back! My real body is under the river! I'm not your young master; I come from another world—a parallel universe, do you understand?"
Seeing their young master's increasingly absurd claims, Su Ye struggled to keep his eyelids from twitching but maintained a loving expression as he replied, "Young master, don’t worry. The master will definitely invite the best doctor in Jiangnan to treat you. You fell into the water and now you're talking nonsense." After saying this, Su Ye looked as if he might burst into tears.
Noticing this, Ming Xiting, feeling exhausted from talking, stopped and began to survey the room.
The room was adorned with antique charm, featuring intricately carved wooden decorations and screens inlaid with jade and gold. The bed was draped in fine silk satin, and even the flowing robe he wore upon waking was made of genuine silk. It seemed that this family was quite affluent.
While Ming Xiting was taking in his surroundings, Ming Zhao arrived with a group of doctors—seven or eight of Jiangnan's most renowned physicians lined up to examine him.
Once they finished their examinations, Ming Zhao anxiously asked, "Doctors, is there anything wrong with my son?"
The response from all the doctors was unanimous: "Your young master is fine; he merely suffered a scare from falling into the water. A few days of rest will suffice."
The doctors then left behind several prescriptions for preventing colds.
"I told you I don't want this! I want mangoes! Apples are too hard; get me something else!" Ming Xiting insisted stubbornly.
Ming's father felt a twitch in his eyelid. Those apples were royal delicacies meant for tribute to the palace. After years of trading from the southern regions, he had managed to save only a basket for his family—saying they were worth their weight in gold would not be an exaggeration. Although Xiting could be willful at times, he usually understood the value of tribute offerings and would never demand them so loudly.
Upon hearing this, Su Ye looked awkwardly at Ming Zhao. With a resigned sigh and a wave of his hand, Ming Zhao said helplessly, "Get them!"
Well then, considering it was early days for the new emperor's reign, it seemed unlikely that he would want to burden the people unnecessarily. Perhaps it would be best to send a different gift instead. As for this situation—Xiting had been startled and was not thinking clearly; it would be wise not to provoke him further.
Ming Xiting initially thought that a few days of rest would be enough for him to recover. However, just a few days later, he found himself plotting to sneak out of the estate again, intending to go boating alone once more.
The last time he left without permission, he was deceived by bandits and had to jump into the river to escape. Now, just days later, he was contemplating another escape.
Upon hearing this, Ming Zhao could no longer focus on business and immediately went to find his son.
Eventually, they discovered Ming Xiting on a small boat, seemingly testing the waters with his hand, deep in thought about whether or not 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 home right now, and I’ll find a sorcerer to exorcise it for you."
Ming Xiting had been contemplating jumping into the river to return to his own world but hesitated due to the fear of drowning. Hearing the words "exorcise" sparked a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Perhaps this method would work; after all, he wasn’t truly Ming Xiting—his soul and body were not the original ones. It seemed plausible that an exorcism could separate them and allow him to return home.
However, reality proved far less promising than his idealistic thoughts.
Ming Xiting stood there in a red robe, holding a small basin, watching as the sorcerer danced around him in circles. The sorcerer appeared quite impressive but had already been performing for half an hour—equivalent to an hour in modern time. If it were going to work, it should have shown results by now; he seemed more like a charlatan than a genuine practitioner.
Finally unable to contain himself any longer, Ming Xiting kicked at the fraud and shouted angrily, "Get lost!"
Startled, Master Ming felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest while the swindler continued pointing at Ming Xiting and declared, "This demon is terrifying; only the true yang energy of this world can subdue it."
After throwing out a couple of vague phrases typical of con artists, the swindler took the hush money given by Master Ming and fled in disgrace.
However, the hush did not last long. Soon everyone in Jiangnan knew that the young master of the Ming family had fallen into the water and seemed possessed—talking nonsense that only he could understand—while his father kept seeking doctors for help. Yet every doctor who came would say there was nothing wrong and prescribe some ineffective remedies before leaving.
Looking at the pot of orchids by the window—its roots suffocated by herbal concoctions—Ming Xiting couldn't help but twitch his lips. At this rate, he would end up sick even without any illness.
"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 would still seek out different practitioners to examine Ming Xiting.
Without needing to look, Ming Xiting knew that it was his adoptive father who had summoned yet another doctor. Therefore, he said without turning around, "I'm fine. Tell him not to come anymore. 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 was making when Ye Chen, who was carrying a medicine box over one shoulder, spoke up first. "That's not enough! You should at least get some Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Little Cake, cream puffs, and cola!"
Upon hearing this, Su Ye looked even more puzzled. What was Doctor Ye talking about regarding food?
At that moment, Ming Xiting burst out of the room.
His eyes immediately fell upon a handsome young man in his twenties, dressed in plain white robes, standing at the door. The man smiled gently at him, the corners of his mouth curving slightly.
Ming Xiting felt a warm current surge in his heart; his eyes instantly became moist, tears welling up. His lips trembled with excitement as if he wanted to say something but found himself momentarily speechless.
After a brief moment, he pulled Ye Chen into his room and tossed a remark to Su Ye: "Just tell the kitchen to prepare whatever is needed without disturbing me and Doctor Ye."
In truth, Kun Ze was not allowed to interact with outsiders, especially not with Kun Ze himself. However, since Doctor Ye was Kun Ze in essence, Su Ye didn’t think much of it and went directly to relay the message to the small kitchen for Ming Xiting.
With his young master finally refraining from making any strange requests for a few days, Su Ye let out a sigh of relief.
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