I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Zhang Yangqing's speculation is based on the fact that if the mistress cares a lot about the little girl's safety, then the places the little girl frequents must be under surveillance.

The monitor's rules also imply that helping the little girl is helping himself.

Therefore, many hints in this section point to her.

Having made a fairly accurate assessment, Zhang Yangqing looked at the surveillance footage. The little girl was still reading in the library, so he walked over.

The melancholic and eerie man and the red-haired psychic kept following him, and before they knew it, they had both become Zhang Yangqing's lackeys.

There are many ways to win people over; demonstrating strength is just the most basic. Others include personal charm and amazing judgment.

Zhang Yangqing clearly had the ability to control the overall situation, and these indigenous people felt safe following him, so they continued to follow him.

In the library, Zhang Yangqing didn't disturb the little girl; he just stood beside her, occasionally flipping through the books on the shelves.

He wasn't in a hurry, nor did he interrupt the little girl's reading just to complete a task.

He wanted the little girl to truly feel that Zhang Yangqing wouldn't force her to do things she didn't like.

The little girl is enjoying reading right now; interrupting her will lower her approval rating.

Zhang Yangqing had plenty of patience.

After an unknown amount of time, the little girl finally finished reading.

She closed the book, yawned, rubbed her eyes, put the book on her lap, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Zhang Yangqing then walked over and waved.

The books on the bookshelf flew up automatically, lined up one by one, sorted by size and color, and neatly inserted back onto the bookshelf.

The pages stopped turning, the spines stopped crooked, and the entire library returned to its original state.

The little girl's eyes widened in surprise, and she jumped off the chair: "Wow, big brother, how did you do that? That's amazing!"

She ran to the bookshelf, reached out and touched the books, then turned back to look at Zhang Yangqing, her eyes shining.

Zhang Yangqing laughed: "Just a little trick. By the way, I need your help, is that alright?"

The little girl now had a very high opinion of Zhang Yangqing and nodded vigorously: "Big brother, please tell me."

Zhang Yangqing squatted down and looked her in the eye: "I want to go to the mistress's room to see that six-eyed weasel. Can you take me there?"

If the other young masters and ladies heard that Zhang Yangqing wanted to go to the mistress's room, they would not only refuse, but also criticize him severely, and even discipline him physically.

Is the mistress's room a place for an ordinary person like you to enter?
That's a forbidden zone, a sacred place, the most untouchable place in this building.

But the little girl was different. Judging from her conversations with the other young masters and ladies, she was very carefree and didn't quite understand the rules here, so she was constantly scolded and lectured.

She didn't know "no," she only knew "go if you want to."

Hearing Zhang Yangqing say that, the little girl nodded: "That's easy, I haven't seen a mouse in a long time either."

This statement left the red-haired psychic standing nearby speechless.

That's a six-eyed weasel, it's very ferocious, you think it's a mouse?
Forget it, you can't explain it to a child.

The little girl skipped innocently, leading Zhang Yangqing to the tenth floor.

She walked briskly, her ponytail swaying, humming a song as she went.

She stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary door. The door was made of wood, dark brown, with a brass handle. There was no keyhole, no lock, nothing at all.

The little girl reached out and pushed, and the door opened.

She pushed open the door and entered; inside was another world.

The magnificent palace seemed to be a room only a queen, standing at the pinnacle of an era, could possess.

The floor was covered with a deep red carpet embroidered with gold patterns. The ceiling was very high, so high that the top could not be seen, and a huge crystal chandelier hung from it. The chandelier was not suspended, but rather floating, slowly rotating and casting dappled light.

Several huge oil paintings hung on the wall, all depicting the same person: a woman in a dark dress, her face blurred and her features indistinct, yet her posture elegant and her presence dignified.

She stands in the garden, sits on the throne, and walks in the corridor; every painting is so breathtaking that one dares not look directly at her.

Various rare treasures floated in the air.

A bead the size of a fist, entirely emerald green, with light flowing inside, slowly rotating like a small asteroid.

Several smaller gems, red, blue, and purple, floated around the bead, swirling around it like satellites orbiting a planet.

There was also a palm-sized, silver-white metal sphere, its surface covered with densely packed runes that flickered slowly, as if it were breathing.

Where it drifts, the air becomes slightly distorted.

Further away, there was a miniature Milky Way, with twinkling lights coalescing into a ribbon that flowed slowly across the room, so beautiful it seemed unreal.

These things don't represent wealth, they represent absolute status.

It's not something you can just put here because you have money; it's about having power, influence, strength, and connections—the confidence to make the whole world obey you.

Zhang Yangqing turned to look at the melancholy and eerie figure and the red-haired psychic: "You two stand by the door and don't move. Don't touch these things, understand?"

His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was forceful.

It's not a reminder, it's a warning.

This is the mistress's place. If she touches something here and someone comes back and finds out, wouldn't she be doomed?
They didn't want to lose their lives because of curiosity.

The melancholic, eerie, and red-haired psychic were also quite sensible; they stood still, observing without daring to move.

The red-haired psychic's eyes swept over the treasures, he swallowed hard, and then looked away.

He was calm despite his melancholy and eeriness; he wasn't interested in any of that. His eyes were fixed on the oil paintings, on the woman in one of them.

Zhang Yangqing asked the little girl, "Where is that six-eyed 'mouse'?"

The little girl led him into a side room.

The room wasn't big, with a thick blanket on the floor and a round, dark blue pet bed in the corner, edged with white fur.

The six-eyed weasel was lying inside, its body curled up in a ball, all six eyes closed, breathing very lightly and slowly, resting comfortably.

As soon as Zhang Yangqing stepped into the room, the eyes of the Six-Eyed Weasel suddenly opened.

Six eyes opened simultaneously, pupils vertical and blood red, staring intently at Zhang Yangqing.

An invisible mental shock erupted from it, causing Zhang Yangqing's soul to tremble, his mind to buzz, and his vision to go blank for a moment.

What a powerful mental attack!
Of course, this power is relative to Zhang Yangqing's body, which has no energy.

If it were a contest between him and his true self, to put it bluntly, if this six-eyed weasel dared to even glance at him, it would be dead on the spot the next second.

The six-eyed weasel was very alert, but the little girl didn't seem afraid of it.

She called out "Mouse" as she ran over and scooped the six-eyed weasel out of its den.

The six-eyed weasel stiffened for a moment, blinked its six eyes a few times, looked at the little girl, then at Zhang Yangqing, and then withdrew its guarded posture.

Its face was filled with helplessness.

This is the master's most beloved daughter. The master has warned her not to hurt her, not to frighten her, and not to make her unhappy.

It dared not retaliate and could only cooperate. (End of Chapter)