Thirteenth Young Master

In one of the courtyards of Ye Residence, a group of people stood in the yard. The one who had said those words was a rather handsome and dashing young man with an extraordinary bearing—though he was somewhat older, what people commonly called an overage youth.

"Of course. My grandson certainly won't be ordinary. One day, he'll become a great figure capable of turning his hand to make clouds and flipping it to summon rain." Beside the overage youth, a formidable middle-aged man spoke. As he did, he looked at the rosy clouds in the sky, confusion showing in his eyes.

"You father and son only know how to shoot the breeze here. Your wife is suffering inside, yet you're standing around making sarcastic remarks. And who says it must be a grandson? Maybe it's an adorable little granddaughter. What does the rosy glow in the sky have to do with the child? It's merely an unusual phenomenon." A beautiful, noblewoman at the side spoke crossly to the father and son.

"If I say it's a grandson, then it's a grandson. If I say the sky was caused by your grandson, then it was caused by your grandson. What does a woman like you know?" the middle-aged man declared with great authority.

"Exactly, exactly... Ah, I was wrong..." The overage youth had just nodded in agreement when he suddenly realized there was a slight problem in the middle of it all—

"You little bastard! I truly regret giving birth to you. It would have been so much better if I'd given birth to a daughter. Look at your sisters—how considerate they are. Unlike you, always joining forces with this old undead bastard to make me angry." The noblewoman loudly twisted the overage youth's ear while shooting the middle-aged man a glare.

"What do you mean, giving birth to a daughter would have been better? You only gave me one boy with a handle. If he's gone, I'll divorce you and marry another." The middle-aged man immediately said.

"You dare!! Hmph, you said you would only ever have me in this life. Are you sick of me now that I'm old and looking for a new love?" The noblewoman glared at the middle-aged man, then spoke resentfully.

"My dear wife, my heart for you is like the sun and moon in the sky—forever unchanging. If I said I would love only you, then I'll love only you forever." The middle-aged man immediately took the noblewoman's hand and spoke with deep affection.

"Hubby..."

"Wife..."

Beneath the rosy clouds, the two of them began exchanging sweet nothings, their affection as inseparable as glue and lacquer, unchanged for decades.

"Lian'er, my love for you is like these rosy clouds filling the heavens, stretching on without end..." Just as the middle-aged man looked at the rosy clouds and seized the chance to improvise, something strange suddenly happened.

The rosy glow in the sky grew brighter and brighter, becoming ever more beautiful—beautiful enough to remain unforgettable for a lifetime. Yet strangely, many people had the illusion that the glow seemed to be surging toward some place in Imperial City. Stranger still, after that, the rosy glow abruptly vanished, just as suddenly as it had appeared.

At that moment, the entire sky returned to normal, making people wonder whether what they had just seen had been a dream.

Yet at this moment, no one present cared about that change, because at the same time, they heard the cries of a baby.

"Congratulations, Master! Congratulations, Master..." At that moment, a line often heard on such occasions came from an old woman with a face full of smiles.

"How is she? Is the young madam all right?" the overage youth asked.

"Mother and son are safe..." The old woman had barely finished those four words when the overage youth vanished from before her eyes, sweeping past her like a gust of wind.

"Mother and son are safe. See? I told you so. It's a grandson." The middle-aged man outside spoke smugly, and the noblewoman in his embrace pinched him crossly.

"You said it was a grandson the last few times too. And what happened then?" the noblewoman demanded.

"A younger brother, it's a younger brother! Sister, we have a younger brother!" A little girl at the side, holding the hand of another girl not much older than herself, cried out and ran into the room. Behind them followed a boy who looked mature beyond his years.

The existence of the sisters was the best proof, leaving the middle-aged man's words to collapse without a single blow.

"Well, I was right once the last few times... Strange, why have the rosy clouds in the sky disappeared?" The middle-aged man began changing the subject as he looked up at the sky.

"Yes, it seems the rosy glow vanished as soon as our little grandson was born. That really is rather strange." The noblewoman furrowed her brow slightly and spoke in puzzlement.

Before the middle-aged man could boast that he had been right once again, the noblewoman remembered something.

"You just said your love for me was like the rosy clouds, stretching on without end. Now the rosy clouds are gone..."

"Cough, cough, well..."

"Hmph!"

While an old husband and wife outside were flirting and bantering, a pair inside were also gazing lovingly at each other. One of them was the overage youth, while the other was the woman lying in bed, who had just given birth.

Though the woman looked very weak, it still could not conceal her moving grace.

"My dear wife, you've worked hard." The overage youth spoke to the weak woman on the bed. At the same time, he held her jade-like hand and stared at her without blinking, seemingly not even looking at the newborn beside her pillow.

This scene seemed to show that he was different from other men. At such a time, what he cared about most was still his wife rather than his son.

"Stop pretending. I know what you want most right now is to hold our son." The woman smiled faintly and spoke gently. She knew how her husband felt. Of course, it was not that he was putting on an act; it was simply both feelings at once, and as his wife, she naturally understood how to be considerate.

She was also very content, content with her husband's concern and nervousness over her.

"Hehe, then let me hold our precious son first..." The overage youth was very straightforward. After laughing a few times, he picked up the baby who had already been wrapped up—uh, wrapped in swaddling clothes.

"Black eyes. Only a few strands of hair, and I can't tell what color it is..." The overage youth studied the baby as he held him.

"Father, Father, I want to hold my little brother too." The lively little girl at the side cried out, but with her tiny body, who would let her hold him?

"Don't make trouble. You can have a look, but forget about holding him." The overage youth refused her very directly.

"Hmph, then let me look." The little girl huffed, then happily leaned forward. The other two children beside her did the same.

"Wow, little brother is so cute..."

"Mhm..."

"Yes..."

The three children spoke one after another, while the two adults watched from the side. At once, the entire room was filled with a warm, happy feeling—the feeling of home.

The newborn baby seemed not to understand that feeling and cried loudly within his swaddling clothes...

After one night, a rumor began spreading throughout the city. Yesterday's divine miracle had supposedly happened because of someone—a newborn baby—and that person was the freshly arrived Thirteenth Young Master of the Ye Clan.

Thirteenth Young Master did not mean that his father had so many children. It referred to his ranking among the male descendants of his generation in the Ye Clan; among his paternal cousins, he ranked thirteenth.

Of course, this was only his ranking within the main branch of the current generation, not within the entire Ye Clan. If it were the whole Ye Clan, he would probably have been the one-thousand-and-first Young Master—or perhaps even farther down the line.

A divine miracle, coupled with an illustrious Lineage, instantly made the Thirteenth Young Master the focus of the entire city. At the same time, he was widely acknowledged as the Son of God, with no one objecting or doubting it—at least, not for now.

Thus, this little brat, who had only just been born and was still in swaddling clothes, became famous throughout the world.

Many people had already begun making judgments, saying that this child's future achievements would certainly be extraordinary. Some had even imagined his entire path of growth for him.

At one year old, he would run, jump, and speak, his sharp edge beginning to show;

At two, he would already read and recognize words, devouring books far and wide, revealing his potential once more;

At three, he would test his body and begin learning Battle Qi or magic, with the result certain to prove him a genius;

At five, he would enter the Royal Academy in Imperial City, his strength towering above the rest;

At ten, he would venture out to gain experience, his name known throughout the world as he became a legend;

At twenty, he would become the lord of a region, develop his own power, and become a regional overlord;

It would be difficult for him to live an ordinary life. He would become a dazzling focal point, meet capable people throughout his life and build great undertakings with them, point out the rivers and mountains, encounter women of every kind, and fall quietly in love...

But would the outcome truly be like this?