Bewilderment (4)

"Shut up. If you dare make any noise, I'll throw you out. And don't get this wrong—I'm staying here only because of Young Master. Who you are has nothing to do with me. No matter how noble your status is, please do not let Young Master suffer any unnecessary harm again. Otherwise, I'll make you pay the price." Tiger Girl did not yield even half a step. In this matter, no one could make her retreat half a step.

Perhaps she had something to rely on, or perhaps she was simply a newborn calf unafraid of tigers.

But after this incident, everyone knew that Thirteenth Young Master Ye was Tiger Girl's reverse scale. Whoever touched it, she would show no mercy—whether it was the royal family or the Ye Clan.

This also made people begin to speculate about a question everyone had forgotten: Tiger Girl's origins. To this day, aside from her name, no one even knew her surname, let alone anything else about her.

The Orcs were a very peculiar race. Although they had not established a formal empire and existed in the form of tribes, their strength was in no way inferior to that of any empire—indeed, it might even surpass them.

Of course, this referred to their combined strength. Under normal circumstances, they each governed themselves. Several races, or sometimes just one race, formed a tribe. Among the largest tribes, most consisted of only one race, generally one of the major Orc races.

Although conflicts and wars sometimes arose among the Orcs, whenever other races invaded, they united and wiped out every invading outsider.

They were quite similar to the Human Race in that they each governed themselves. The difference was that even with a great enemy at their gates, the Human Race might still be endlessly fighting civil wars. If another nation was invaded, the rest would merely stand by with their hands tucked into their sleeves—unless it reached the point where the lips were gone and the teeth would grow cold.

Among the Orcs, the Tiger Clan was one of the major clans, with immensely powerful influence. They were also generally allied with the Fox Tribe; with the clever Fox Tribe devising strategies for them, their strength rose to another level.

Perhaps this Tiger Girl was an important figure within the Tiger Clan. If so, she was absolutely qualified to speak to a princess that way!

A princess of an empire was hardly limited to one or two. There might be more than a dozen, perhaps even several dozen!

Though she was an imperial princess, she might not necessarily be more important than a key figure in the Tiger Tribe. At the very least, their statuses could be equal!

Besides, Orc tribes had always placed little importance on status and rank. In their world, strength was the only thing that mattered. So long as you were strong enough, you would become an important figure in the tribe!!

Of course, Tiger Girl had been with Thirteenth Young Master since childhood. That meant she could not have become an important figure through her own strength.

Then it might be through the strength of her Lineage. A powerful Lineage could more or less cloak a person in a different kind of radiance. Even among the Orc tribes, such rules existed!

Perhaps Tiger Girl possessed an identity beyond anyone's imagination!!

Of course, that was only speculation. Perhaps Tiger Girl was nobody at all; perhaps it was simply her nature not to fear anyone and not to care about any status!

After all, many Orc races were hot-blooded. They acted without considering the consequences, doing only what they believed ought to be done. Even if death awaited them, they would still press forward courageously.

The Tiger Clan was a prime example. If the Fox Tribe had not constantly devised strategies for them, their battles would probably all have been head-on charges into the fray, without the slightest room for maneuver.

Seven days passed. Thirteenth Young Master lay in bed, still asleep, showing no signs of waking. People gradually became anxious, wondering whether he would remain in bed for the rest of his life and never wake again. It was a normal thought; anyone who saw someone remain unconscious for seven days and seven nights would think the same.

Thirteenth Young Master was now back at the Ye Clan, in his own bed. After that day, they had moved him back. Throughout these seven days, Tiger Girl had remained by his side. Even when she slept, she merely lay facedown against the edge of the bed. Even Long Anqi, his mother, had only held out for three days before leaving his care to Tiger Girl.

However, Long Anqi came over early every morning and did not return to her room to sleep until late at night. She did this every day, as did Ye Lanyu.

During the day, Long Anqi and Ye Lanyu would have Tiger Girl rest a little, letting her take a bath and such while they temporarily watched over Thirteenth Young Master.

At first, Tiger Girl refused. But later, she stopped refusing, because she knew this might be a prolonged battle. She could not collapse from exhaustion. If she collapsed, how could she continue caring for her Young Master?

During these seven days, the Seventh Princess also came to see Thirteenth Young Master every day, staying for half the day each time.

That day, Tiger Girl, Ye Lanyu, the Seventh Princess, and Long Anqi—the four women—were all keeping watch beside Thirteenth Young Master, hoping he would wake up, hoping he would open his eyes and look at them, hoping he would say those foolish things.

Sometimes, their expectations were so great that even Thirteenth Young Master's meaningless little movements delighted them. Yet after every burst of joy came another disappointment. Repeated disappointments left them exhausted in both body and mind.

These seven days had taught them what it felt like for each day to stretch into a year.

Suddenly, Thirteenth Young Master's hand moved. Tiger Girl, who was holding his hand, trembled and immediately looked toward him. But Thirteenth Young Master made no further movement, and disappointment filled her once more. She thought this would be the same as before.

But this time was absolutely not a meaningless movement. This time was absolutely different from before.

Because in the next moment, Thirteenth Young Master suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and shouted a sentence. Although no one understood what it meant, who would care at such a moment? All four women joyfully threw themselves forward and embraced Thirteenth Young Master, while his face was filled with bewilderment.

What exactly had Thirteenth Young Master said? According to the four women present, it was a sentence that was difficult to understand and utterly unlike Thirteenth Young Master.

"Damn it, Damn Heavens! I've only just come out of seclusion, and you didn't need to welcome me so grandly by dropping such a huge meteor on me!!"

Damn Heavens? Meteor? Just came out of seclusion? What were those things?

Could it be that Thirteenth Young Master's brain had been fried by lightning?

Or had he experienced something like this before? Perhaps he had dreamed such a dream. During his coma, who could know what dreams he had been having?

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