Traveling Between Two Worlds: From Bread for Maids to Fantasy Overlord

Even after the banquet ended, the people in the hall were still immersed in the awe brought by the refined salt. Qin Cang pulled Huang Yiming aside, constantly asking about the refined salt, eager to finalize the cooperation immediately. Huang Yiming calmly responded, keeping Qin Cang in suspense, slowly revealing bits and pieces of information, firmly maintaining the initiative.

Yang Xiu stood obediently behind Huang Yiming, gazing at the lingering sweetness on the table. She gently sniffed it, her eyes filled with longing, yet she dared not ask for any. Having been displaced since childhood, she had never tasted sweetness before. The little bit of sweetness at the banquet had left a lasting impression on her, but she was also sensibly unwilling to trouble Huang Yiming.

Huang Yiming happened to witness this scene.

His heart softened—this girl was gentle and loyal, kind despite her hardships, and had remained devoted to him ever since he rescued her. In this strange new world, Yang Xiu was the first person he cared about, and naturally he couldn't bear to disappoint her.

Huang Yiming made an excuse to say goodbye to Qin Cang and the others, and led Yang Xiu by the hand toward the guest rooms arranged by Qin Family Fort. The courtyards along the way were quiet and secluded, with flowers and plants growing everywhere, a stark contrast to the noisy halls.

Entering the guest room, Huang Yiming closed the door behind him, and the room instantly fell silent. Yang Xiu stood there with her head down, her small hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, wondering what her young master was going to do.

Seeing her reserved demeanor, Huang Yiming smiled and shook his head. With a thought, he took out a handful of fruit candies and a small jar of white sugar from his storage space. The crystal-clear candies and snow-white sugar gleamed enticingly under the light, exuding a sweet aroma.

"Xiuer, come here," Huang Yiming called softly.

Yang Xiu timidly stepped forward, looked up at the thing in Huang Yiming's hand, her eyes full of curiosity: "Young master, what is this? It smells so good."

"This is called candy, it's sweet, try it." Huang Yiming peeled off the wrapper of a fruit candy, revealing a pink candy, and handed it to Yang Xiu's mouth.

Yang Xiu hesitated for a moment, then gently opened her small mouth and took the candy in. Instantly, the rich sweetness melted on her tongue, sweet but not cloying, refreshing and delightful—a taste she had never experienced before. Her eyes widened instantly, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster stealing a treat. Reluctant to chew it, she simply held it in her mouth slowly, her face full of enjoyment.

"Sweet, so sweet..." Yang Xiu whispered, her eyes instantly reddening, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Huang Yiming panicked upon seeing this: "What's wrong? Is it not tasty? Or..." "Where do you feel unwell?" He thought he had done something wrong to make Yang Xiu cry.

Yang Xiu quickly shook her head, wiped away her tears, and choked out, "No, young master, it's delicious. I... I've never had anyone treat me so well before..." Orphaned at a young age, she was kidnapped and subjected to endless humiliation, left homeless and starving. No one had ever cared for her like this, giving her something so sweet. This tenderness caused her long-suppressed emotions to erupt instantly—not sadness, but overwhelming gratitude.

She looked at Huang Yiming with eyes full of dependence and adoration, and whispered, "Young Master, Xiu'er will follow you and serve you for the rest of her life, and will never leave you." She had made up her mind about Huang Yiming, and she would be willing to do anything for him, even if it meant being his slave.

Looking at her tearful face, Huang Yiming felt a surge of tenderness in his heart. He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his voice gentle: "Silly girl, I'm here for you from now on. I won't let you suffer anymore, I won't let you go hungry anymore, I will protect you for the rest of my life."

Yang Xiu threw herself into Huang Yiming's arms, hugging his waist tightly, burying her face in his chest, and bursting into tears, releasing all the pent-up grievances and fear she had suppressed for so long. Huang Yiming gently patted her back to comfort her, the atmosphere in the room warm and ambiguous.

After a long while, Yang Xiucai calmed down, got up from Huang Yiming's arms, his cheeks flushed, lowered his head shyly, a sweet smile on his lips as he sucked on a candy.

That night, Yang Xiu stood guard outside Huang Yiming's room like a protective little beast, never leaving his side. She felt that since the young master protected her, she should also protect him, and even if her strength was weak, she was willing to do everything in her power.

This scene was witnessed by Qin Yuling, who was hiding in the shadows of the courtyard.

Qin Yuling originally intended to secretly observe Huang Yiming's movements and find out his background, but seeing Yang Xiu's dependence on and admiration for Huang Yiming, and seeing Huang Yiming gently comforting Yang Xiu, a feeling of jealousy inexplicably welled up in her heart, a sour and astringent feeling that made her very uncomfortable.

She frowned and turned to leave, her curiosity about Huang Yiming now tinged with complex emotions. What magic did this mysterious young man possess that could make a seemingly weak woman so devoted?