In the days after Mo Ya left, Ye Uchiha lived in peace. Mo Ya did not return, nor were there any eyes watching him from the shadows. It seemed Ji Wuye had tentatively accepted his explanation.
Ye Uchiha was not worried about how long the deception would last or whether he would be exposed. After all, the Yin-Yang School was the most mysterious of the Hundred Schools of Thought. Even Qin itself did not fully understand its secrets. Unless one of the Yin-Yang School's senior members appeared, who could prove that Ye Uchiha's identity was false?
After taking a batch of pills out of the alchemy furnace, Ye Uchiha gestured for Xiao Die, the maid beside him, to bottle them in porcelain containers. Only then did he stand and stretch his stiff body.
Xiao Ying, the maid attending him on his other side, began kneading his shoulders without being asked. In a voice as clear as a cuckoo's song, she asked, "Are you tired, sir?"
Ye Uchiha rubbed the space between his brows and said mildly, "Indeed. Spending all day here has grown rather tiresome."
"Oh, right. I refined some pills for you two. They're on that table. Once you've delivered the Martial Dao Pills to Steward Lü, divide them between yourselves."
Delight spread across Xiao Die's and Xiao Ying's faces. They thanked him repeatedly, gazing at Ye Uchiha with tender admiration.
What maid would not adore such a mysterious, handsome young alchemist, deeply trusted by the crown prince, generous with his gifts, and never cold toward his attendants? He was practically the model of an ideal master. Perhaps a single word from Ye Uchiha would have been enough to make both women strip naked and lie obediently on his bed, awaiting his favor.
Enjoying the two women's gentle attentions,