The two disciples looked up and were met with a face of breathtaking beauty.
Normally, such a sight would leave them stunned, but after witnessing Ye Shaohua’s abilities, they had some immunity. They bowed slightly. “Master Fu.”
The mystic world knew of this prodigy—everyone did. Aside from his tragically short lifespan, his talents were so extraordinary that even the older generation revered him.
“Who was here earlier?” Fu Jinyun glanced toward the entrance where the Six Emperor Coins hung.
The disciples paused before realizing he meant Ye Shaohua. “That was Master Ye. We’d never met her before—she’s currently with the Ning family.”
Fu Jinyun nodded. “Take your master back tomorrow. The situation in S City is complicated. Don’t get involved.”
His tone left no room for doubt, and the disciples immediately straightened. If Fu Jinyun said it was dangerous, it was dangerous.
When Master Zhou awoke, his disciples eagerly—and dramatically—recounted Ye Shaohua’s feats, leaving him in awe.
“Truly, the younger generation surpasses us,” Master Zhou sighed.
He contacted Ye Shaohua, expecting arrogance from someone so gifted. Instead, she was remarkably humble.
The two ended up discussing feng shui at length, their conversation flowing effortlessly between experts. Master Zhou was so engrossed that he only hung up when the flight attendant insisted.
“Master Zhou, who were you speaking with?” Eldest Brother Ye, seated nearby, couldn’t hide his curiosity.
Knowing the Ye family’s affairs, Master Zhou waved him off. “A terrifyingly talented junior colleague. You wouldn’t know her.”
Though Ye Shaohua shared their surname, it never crossed his mind that she might be part of the Ye family. If she were, those old-fashioned elders would’ve boasted about her endlessly—not pinned their hopes on branch-family descendants.
Eldest Brother Ye noted the mention of this “terrifying talent” but didn’t press further, his mind weighed down by urgent messages from the Ye ancestral home.
When Ye Shaohua learned the Ye family had left without her, she wasn’t surprised. She simply saved the address Uncle Ye sent.
…
Two months later, S City’s power dynamics had shifted noticeably.
Ye Shaohua still hadn’t returned to the Ye family, instead weaving her way through various circles.
Certain factions prayed daily for her departure.
Just as her feng shui expertise reached new heights, Uncle Ye called with a request: on her way back, she was to escort someone.
“What’s your name?” 008 heard Ye Shaohua ask a teenage boy in the system space.
The boy looked to be in high school, his youthful face hardened into forced maturity.
“Ye Ming.” He wore a crisp white shirt.
After a long silence where the girl just stared at him, his eyes flickered with surprise.
Ye Shaohua’s odd mood passed as quickly as it came. She clapped him on the shoulder. “Perfect. Uncle Ye asked me to take you to the Ye family. But I’ve got some things to wrap up first—stick with me for now.”
Ye Ming was the only male among the six returning to the Ye family. Due to timing and his age (just sixteen), Uncle Ye had entrusted him to Ye Shaohua’s care.
While Ye Ming didn’t know her, the system did—and it detected strong emotional fluctuations when she saw his face.
Stranger still, Ye Ming’s aloof demeanor felt eerily familiar to the system.
“Aren’t we leaving?” Ye Ming asked as Ye Shaohua took a call without booking tickets.
“I’ve got unfinished business here. You’ll attend school locally for now,” she said, hands in her pockets. “We’ll revisit this in a month.”
Ye Ming’s expression dimmed. “My records were seized. That’s why I need the Ye family’s help.”
The situation was messy.
“Uncle Ye didn’t arrange it?” Ye Shaohua’s eyes narrowed.
“He said it’ll take time—needs connections in the capital.”
Nodding, she made two calls: one to delay her plans, the other a cryptic conversation Ye Ming couldn’t follow.
Dazed, he let her steer him into a café.
Twenty minutes later, two sharply dressed men arrived.
“Master Ye.” The older one spotted her and brightened.
“This is Ye Ming,” she said over coffee. “How long to resolve his issue?”
Ye Ming stiffened. That face—he’d seen it on the news.
Before he could speak, the man responded.
“Secretary Wang, retrieve Young Master Ye’s records immediately. My wife teaches at First High—if you’ll allow it, he can start as a transfer student today.” His phone chimed. “Ah, the files are ready. We’ll transmit them to the school shortly.”
“Appreciate it.” Ye Shaohua stood. “I have prior commitments. Could you escort him to First High?”
Director Wang wouldn’t dare delay her. He saw her out personally.
Left alone at the table, Ye Ming sat in stunned silence.
“Director Wang… you know my sister?” he finally asked.
The man smiled, indulging him only because of that connection. “How could I not know Master Ye?”
Ye Ming had assumed this half-sister was as ordinary as himself. Yet she’d effortlessly solved what even the Ye family struggled with.
