Chapter 9: She Said, Liked

Nan Yuan, of course, couldn’t possibly dig out a child’s eyes; after all, they wouldn’t look good once dug out.

With genuine affection, she generously tossed a bottle of ointment, “For external use.”

The little freak hurriedly caught it, eyes wide—one big and one small. He glanced at her, then at the medicine bottle in his hand. Curiosity and joy filled his eyes, and a hint of dependence and admiration unintentionally revealed itself.

Nan Yuan clicked her tongue inwardly.

What a cute little one, not afraid of death!

daring to stare at her so directly.

Few dared to meet her gaze, not even those thousands of year-old demons, let alone such a little brat.

Not only did he possess bright, talking eyes, but he also willingly approached her.

The more Nan Yuan looked, the more satisfied she became.

Originally planning to raise him as a son, she naturally wouldn’t be stingy with her actions. Pausing for a moment, she threw another bottle of elixir over, “For internal use.”

Seeing the extraordinary material of this medicine bottle, the old butler couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

Could it be that the former lord secretly left it for the current lord before dying?

Thinking of this, the old butler couldn’t help but feel distressed.

How could such precious elixirs be given to such a lowly servant?

“Lord, this old servant has some medicinal herbs; you can use mine.”

Nan Yuan glanced at him and asked, “How does your medicine compare to mine? This child, I like him, so naturally, I’ll give him the best.”

The little freak stared at her in a daze.

He was accustomed to seeing through people’s true colors in the ever-changing world. Yet this woman, he couldn’t fathom.

“Why stand there? Hurry up and thank the lord!”

With the old butler’s reminder, the little freak immediately kneeled down and kowtowed.

“I said, only listen to me.” Nan Yuan’s voice was slightly heavy.

The little freak was very clever; he immediately stood up, no longer daring to kowtow.

The old butler’s face showed some discomfort as he asked, “Shall I take him down now?”

“No, I’ve changed my mind. There’s no need for others to intervene; I’ll handle the training myself,” Nan Yuan said casually.

The old butler was surprised. “But—”

“Uncle Wu, step aside.”

The old butler glanced at the little freak, and with a gloomy expression, he left the room.

The maids in the room exchanged silent glances.

“All of you, go down too.”

A room full of beautiful maids curtsied and, led by the chief maid, Dong Xue, filed out.

Nan Yuan looked at the graceful line of maids with a poker face, appearing mysterious.

She genuinely couldn’t appreciate such beauty.

Of course, it wasn’t her fault.

Her mother had a mild form of face blindness, and she simply inherited it, becoming somewhat severe.

However, she reasonably suspected that, besides genetics, the environment she grew up in also had a significant impact on her.

Her father, mother, brother, and even that group of nephews and nieces, though all extraordinarily beautiful, looked… too similar.

Even she herself inherited about eighty to ninety percent of her old man’s beauty.

Sometimes, after staring at the lake for too long, she’d think it was a female version of her dad.

For Nan Yuan, who suffered from severe face blindness, either someone had an exceptionally unique face that couldn’t be replicated, or they were just plain ugly. Otherwise, to her, everyone looked the same.

The servants left the room, and both the master and the master’s little “pet” remained silent. For a while, an unusual calmness settled in the room.

In the little freak’s heart, there was also a sense of tranquility.

Sure enough.

… Training.

Did she see him as a pet to pass the time with boredom?

But, keeping such a pet and staring at his ugly face every day, wouldn’t this woman feel disgusted?

Not disgusted.

The little freak told himself that he didn’t see any aversion in her eyes.

She didn’t mind his ugly appearance.

Strange.

In this world, there was actually someone who didn’t mind his ugly looks.

Not only was she not disgusted, but he even sensed a bit of… fondness in her eyes?

He had never seen such emotions in anyone else’s eyes before. He almost doubted whether he was overthinking it.

But this woman said it herself.

She likes him.

The little freak’s lowered eyes trembled slightly; the medicine bottle was cool, but his palms were burning hot.