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

Against the wall stood a mahogany desk, with neatly stacked documents on its surface. Next to it was a brass desk lamp, its shade polished so clean it reflected a person's image.

On the other side of the wall hung several calligraphy and paintings, the paper of which had turned yellow, like old objects that had been around for many years.

A display shelf stood in the corner, holding several pieces of porcelain with a warm, lustrous glaze that shimmered softly under the light.

There are two potted green plants on the windowsill. The leaves are not dusty, so it is clear that someone takes care of them regularly.

The room was quiet and tidy, with no unnecessary clutter, and everything had its own place.

The butler sat behind his desk, looking down as he flipped through a document.

He was wearing a gray vest over a dark coat, his tie was neatly tied, and the buttons on his cuffs were fastened in a tidy manner.

Hearing the door open, he looked up and his gaze fell on Zhang Yangqing.

He frowned first. He really didn't like the way his staff looked. Their hair was messy, their clothes were stained, and their collars were open, as if they had just crawled out of a ditch.

The butler's lips moved slightly, about to speak, but Zhang Yangqing spoke first.

"Butler, I'm the monitoring officer on duty these past two days. I'll report on the situation from the night before last and last night together."

The butler closed his mouth again, leaned back in his chair, and stared at Zhang Yangqing's tired face for a few seconds, as if judging something, before speaking: "Go on."

Zhang Yangqing began his report.

He recounted the events of the past two days, highlighting the ones he could. He had fixed the malfunctioning surveillance system, dealt with the strange incident in the restroom, discovered two guests' bodies in the laundry room, and restored the surveillance systems in the restaurant and photography studio to normal. He also intervened promptly when the young masters and ladies were attacked, helping the second and seventh young masters withstand the bizarre attack.

He didn't exaggerate his achievements; he only stated the facts for each matter. But when he put everything together, it sounded as if he had single-handedly taken on the entire mess of the building.

He said he had slept less than three hours in total over the past two days, as he had been dealing with problems.

As the butler listened, the expression on his face gradually changed from a frown to a relaxed one, and then from relaxed to approving.

At this moment, the butler's tone was noticeably different from before: "You did a great job. It's a blessing for this building to have such an excellent staff member like you."

He paused for a moment: "You've worked hard during this time, and you'll be rewarded later. You won't have worked for nothing."

Zhang Yangqing said, "By the way, housekeeper, there's one more thing I need you to handle. There are two bodies in the laundry room that were found to have committed suicide. They were guests, and their identities are a bit complicated."

The butler nodded: "Okay, I'll take care of it. You can go back and rest. Thank you for your hard work."

Upon their first meeting, Zhang Yangqing felt that the housekeeper had a pretty good impression of him.

He didn't rush to inquire too much, nor did he probe the housekeeper's background. He simply reported his work honestly and then turned and left the office.

The red-haired psychic was waiting outside the door. When Zhang Yangqing came out, he lowered his voice and asked, "How did it go?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "It's alright, I have a good impression."

He didn't explain much, and led the red-haired psychic to the monitoring room to catch up on sleep.

When it was time for dinner, Zhang Yangqing arrived at the young lady's room as promised.

The room was located at the very back of the sixth floor. The door was white and had no extra decorations.

He knocked twice, and the door opened. A masked maid stepped aside, bowing her head to gesture for him to come in.

The room was much cleaner and tidier than the last time I came.

The carpet has been replaced, the items on the table are neatly arranged, and the curtains are half-drawn.

The dining table was set by the window, covered with a white tablecloth. On the table were two sets of silver cutlery, two wine glasses, and a candlestick with a lit candle whose flame flickered gently in the breeze. The young lady wore a dark blue long dress with a neckline that was neither too high nor too low, a perfectly fitted waist, and a hem that reached her ankles.

Her hair wasn't styled in a bun, but rather draped naturally over her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled.

The young lady sat on one side of the dining table, her back straight, her posture elegant and relaxed.

Zhang Yangqing noticed that she was wearing light makeup, her lips were redder than usual, and her eyeliner was drawn very thinly. Her whole demeanor was completely different from the sharp and ruthless one she had before. She sat there like a woman who wanted to have a nice meal with someone.

Her beauty was second only to the mistress; otherwise, how could she be the eldest daughter? Her beauty was gentle and warm, making people want to get closer to her.

Aside from Zhang Yangqing and the young lady, there were only two masked maids standing in the corner of the room.

Once Zhang Yangqing sat down, they lowered their heads and left, gently closing the door behind them.

The young lady personally poured wine for Zhang Yangqing. The wine swirled in the glass, its color a deep amber, shimmering like flowing gemstones in the candlelight.

She put down the wine bottle, sat down opposite him, crossed her hands on the edge of the table, and looked at Zhang Yangqing: "Try it, it's wine I kept myself, I usually can't bear to drink it."

Zhang Yangqing picked up his glass and took a sip. The wine was fragrant, smooth on the palate, and had a slightly sweet aftertaste.

He nodded: "Good wine."

Then he put down his wine glass, picked up his knife and fork, and began cutting the chicken cutlet on his plate, like someone who was just there to eat.

The young lady looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke, her voice much softer than usual: "Do you want to know about my past?"

Zhang Yangqing, who was chewing on a piece of chicken cutlet, mumbled a reply: "Go ahead."

The young lady then began to speak.

She talked a lot about how her mistress taught her manners when she was a child, and how she passed those manners on to her younger siblings.

She said that when she first taught the second young master to write, his pen-holding posture was incorrect. She corrected him several times, but in the end, he got impatient, threw the pen on the table, and said, "I'm not writing anymore." She didn't scold him, but picked up the pen and handed it back to him, saying, "Try again."

The second young master seemed to realize his mistake and started writing seriously again.

She said that her third sister was afraid of the dark when she was little and dared not sleep alone, so she would leave her bedroom door open and every night her third sister would run over with a pillow and squeeze into her bed. She would be in the middle and her third sister would shrink on the other side.

She said that when her fourth brother was a child, he was always a step behind others in practicing martial arts. For a period of time, he would hide in a corner and sit alone every day. She did not try to comfort him, but simply put a bowl of fresh meat porridge next to him every day, and he would drink it after he finished sitting.

She said her fifth brother was a quiet person who kept everything to himself. Once, he was bullied but didn't say anything. She went and taught the bully a lesson herself. When her fifth brother found out it was her, he was very moved. She just patted his head and didn't say anything.

The young lady talked about many trivial and insignificant things, as if her entire life's memories were hidden in these little things.

When she spoke, her gaze did not fall on Zhang Yangqing, but on a certain window, as if she were talking to the younger brothers and sisters in those pictures.

The young lady spoke in a calm tone, without exaggerated emotions or deliberate sentimentality, as if she were sharing with someone she didn't know very well but who was willing to listen.

She spoke for twenty minutes, and the stories seemed to have been carefully crafted, very sincere, without secrets or defenses.

While listening, Zhang Yangqing finished the meat on his plate, then the side dishes next to it, and also drank half a glass of wine.

When he put down his knife and fork, the cutlery made a crisp sound against the rim of the plate.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the young lady, his tone carrying a satisfied feeling of having eaten his fill: "Thank you for the invitation, young lady. The dinner was very sumptuous, and the story was also very enjoyable."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Does Miss have anything else? If not, I'll take my leave." (End of Chapter)