Chapter 47: What on Earth Got Into Him

Speechless sat on the steps. The moment he heard his master speak, he immediately stood up! Was he not a person? If the young lord needed help, he was ready!

“I do! If there’s one thing I have plenty of, it’s time!” Ji Yin nodded at once.

Xuan Yuanji nodded, “In that case, would Seventh Young Lord help me grind the ink?”

Grind the ink? This was her first time doing such a task. Ji Yin glanced at the inkstone nearby and pulled over a stool to sit beside it.

“Don’t use too much force, or the ink won’t be even,” Xuan Yuanji gently reminded her.

Ji Yin immediately eased her touch.

“But not too lightly, either,” he added.

Ji Yin paused, thinking: Was there really so much fuss in grinding ink? She suddenly lost interest.

Suddenly, Xuan Yuanji raised his hand and pressed it against the back of hers. An unfamiliar sensation spread across her skin, making her heart tremble gently.

She looked up, meeting Xuan Yuanji’s gaze.

This man was truly too handsome.

Xuan Yuanji guided her hand, leading her movements.

Speechless watched the harmonious scene, hardly able to believe it—the person teaching how to grind ink was actually his own young lord! And the one being taught was Ji Yin.

“That’s just right,” Xuan Yuanji lifted his hand, picked up the brush, and continued writing.

Ji Yin, one hand grinding ink, the other propping up her chin, observed Xuan Yuanji closely.

Xuan Yuanji was completely undisturbed by her gaze, writing with focused serenity.

Before long, Ji Yin felt her wrist ache. What possessed her to come here looking for work? Was the rocking chair not comfortable enough, or were the dried meats and preserves not tasty enough?

Gradually, she shifted from sitting upright to sprawling over the desk. Suddenly, her little hand slipped, and her finger jabbed into the ink. She was already so sleepy, paying no attention, and when her nose itched, she rubbed it, then sank into a deep sleep.

Little Demon was right—this soul force truly could induce sleep.

Xuan Yuanji finished a short section and looked toward Ji Yin.

The girl’s head was tilted, facing him directly. Her fair skin was flawless, and a smudge of ink stained the tip of her nose, making her look particularly adorable. He didn’t realize it, but in that moment, his gaze toward Ji Yin was exceedingly gentle.

Xuan Yuanji raised his hand slowly...

“Master,” Speechless stepped in.

Xuan Yuanji quickly withdrew his hand and looked up at Speechless. “What is it?”

“How did Seventh Young Lord fall asleep?”

“Did you need something?” Xuan Yuanji repeated.

Speechless suddenly felt as though his master’s tone was full of disdain—what was going on?

“Master, you’ve been writing for two hours now. Would you like to take a break? Have some tea?”

The commotion woke Ji Yin. She sat up and looked at Speechless.

Speechless looked back at her.

“Ha ha ha ha ha! Seventh Young Lord, you…”

Ji Yin stared blankly at Speechless, as if she were looking at a fool.

“Go fetch a basin of clean water,” Xuan Yuanji instructed in a deep voice.

“Yes,” Speechless retreated immediately.

“What’s he laughing at? Is there something on my face?”

“There’s some ink smudged on it,” Xuan Yuanji replied softly.

Speechless had already brought in a basin of water. “Seventh Young Lord, come wash your face. It’s covered in ink.”

Ji Yin promptly stood up, gazing at her reflection in the water—her nose was completely black with ink. She scooped up some water and scrubbed her nose clean.

“Um, I just remembered I have something to do, so I’ll take my leave now,” Ji Yin wiped her face dry and tried to make a quick escape.

She had no desire to grind ink any longer!

“Seventh Young Lord,” Xuan Yuanji called out to her, “The Tianyuan Sect is blessed with verdant mountains and beautiful waters. Its scenery is exquisite. I wonder, when you have some leisure, might you show me around the Tianyuan Sect?”