Quick Transmigration: The Carefree Life of a Background Character

In addition, there was a room in the main courtyard that resembled a storage room. Ziyue put dozens of large ancient-style boxes inside. These were things she had bought on her way to Luocheng, when she passed through some towns.

She would stop in every town she passed through to buy things: home decorations, clothes, accessories, books, food... She had already accumulated a lot in her space.

She locked the storage room, and no one knew what was inside. She could spend money freely without arousing suspicion about the source of the funds, since no one but her knew exactly how many things were locked in that room.

In the backyard, she added some bowls, chopsticks, and pots to the kitchen. She packed up all the things left by the previous owner and put them in one place. She didn't like using things that other people had used.

However, she couldn't let it go to waste. She checked the items and found they were all in good condition. She would see if there was anything she needed later and could give it away.

The firewood in the woodshed was piled up into a small hill, so Ziyue didn't need to add any more.

Ziyue couldn't think of anything else; she'd just add more as needed later.

At noon, Ziyue went to Qilixiang Restaurant for lunch as usual. She planned to go to the human teeth market in the afternoon after lunch. The house was so big that cleaning would be a problem. Besides, she had already thought that if she opened a shop in the future, she would need someone to help her.

Upon entering the human ivory market and seeing so many slaves waiting to be sold, Ziyue felt a pang of sadness.

But there's no way around it; this isn't modern society, but an ancient imperial society with a clearly defined feudal hierarchy.

She couldn't change the world on her own, and even if she could, she wouldn't.

Every world has its own laws of development, and she will never interfere unless absolutely necessary.

She saw two girls, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with their hands and feet tied with ropes. Their clothes were tattered, and their eyes were numb. A slave trader was shouting to attract passing noblemen.

Ziyue saw them as she passed by and asked, "The two of them?"

Before he could finish speaking, the slave trader immediately stepped forward with a beaming smile. "Oh, young master, you have a discerning eye! These two girls are sisters, in the prime of their youth. For 50 taels of silver, you definitely won't lose out."

The slave trader's eyes darted around as he scrutinized the boy's clothes and appearance.

The young boy in front of me was dressed in a moon-white Shu brocade robe, with a jade gourd hanging from his waist.

His aloof and indifferent demeanor suggested he was a wealthy and privileged individual. He didn't look very old, and perhaps he could make a fortune, so he made an exorbitant demand.

Ziyue's eyes turned cold. "Five taels. If you can take it, then forget it."

Seeing that the slave trader was still hesitating, he then pretended to turn around and leave.

"Oh, sir, five taels it is, take it, take it." The slave trader hurriedly stopped Ziyue to express his agreement, while putting on a pained expression as if he had suffered a great loss.

They exchanged money with one hand and received the rope binding the two sisters and the indenture from the slave trader with the other.

Ziyue first untied the ropes from the two of them, saying, "Come with me, don't be afraid."

The two sisters exchanged a glance, filled with confusion, fear, and helplessness about the future, but had no choice but to follow.

This young master looked quite distinguished, and he had just comforted the two of them, telling them not to be afraid. They wondered if he was a bad person.

Ziyue brought the two sisters to her newly purchased house, let them stay in the backyard, prepared two sets of clothes for them, and told them to boil some hot water to wash up first.

She went out and returned to Penglai Residence to check out, carrying a small bundle and holding her snowflake's hand, and moved into her own house.

Ziyue was sitting at the round table in her room, drinking tea and eating snacks, when the two maids came over after washing up.

After washing up, the two girls were quite pretty. They both seemed to be trying to appear mature and composed, but the apprehension and unease in their eyes betrayed them.

"What are your names?"

"Reporting to my master, I am the elder sister, named Qingyun, and I am 17 years old."

"I am the younger sister, my name is Qingshu, and I am 15 years old."

"Are you literate? What are your special skills?" Ziyue asked again.

The elder sister replied, “We are literate. We two sisters were originally from the lineage of imperial physicians, but because we were involved in palace secrets, the men were all executed and the women were made slaves. We both attended private school for a few years and know a little about medicine. I am good at embroidery, playing the zither, and managing a household. I know some medical principles and am good at acupuncture. My younger sister is good at cooking. She is very good at making pastries and noodles.”

The little girl tried very hard to demonstrate the value of her and her sister, fearing they would be sold again.

“Great, there are only the three of us here now. I just moved here recently. You two sisters will come with me from now on.”

"Besides, I'm a girl too, you don't need to be so reserved!"

Seeing their restrained and uneasy expressions, Ziyue couldn't help but offer words of comfort.

The two sisters felt much more relaxed after learning that their owner was a girl.

Moreover, the young lady was so kind and comforted the two of them. Qingyun and Qingshu exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with tears and hope for the future.

"From now on, the two of you will follow me. I don't have any rigid rules or red tape here. Just remember one thing: as long as you don't betray me, I will never treat you unfairly."

"Yes, Miss, we would never betray you." The two sisters looked terrified and knelt down with a thud, repeatedly assuring each other, afraid that their mistress would doubt them.

"Alright, alright, get up quickly." Ziyue hurriedly stepped forward and helped the two of them up.

"There's not much people in the manor right now, so you can go and tidy up your lodgings and rest for a while. I'll take you out for dinner tonight."

"Yes." The two bowed respectfully and took their leave.

That evening, Ziyue took Qingyun and Qingshu out for dinner. They went to Qilixiang Restaurant again and booked a private room.

She had originally planned to have the two sisters eat with her, but then she thought about it again. They were servants, and their indentures were in her hands, which meant they were in an inherently unequal position. If she were to have them eat at the same table with her, it would be putting them in a difficult position.

So, they weren't made to serve the meal; instead, a separate table was set up for them so the two sisters could eat alone.

In ancient imperial society, the concept of hierarchy was deeply ingrained in people's minds and was engraved in their bones. She had no intention of changing other people's thoughts.

Qingyun and Qingshu could feel the kindness their new master showed them, and tears welled up in their eyes. They were truly lucky to have met such a good master.

"Master, from now on you will be our master. We two sisters will go through fire and water for you, even if it means dying a thousand deaths!" The two sisters knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to make their promise.

"Alright, get up now. From now on, you can call me Miss. No, that's not right. When I'm dressed as a man, you can call me Young Master. Just don't get it wrong."

"Yes, ma'am."

Qingyun and Qingshu looked at the delicacies on the table in front of them, their eyes filled with tears. It had been a long time since they had eaten such a meal.

The two exchanged a glance, silently vowing in their hearts that since their mistress was kind to them, they would serve her faithfully and without hesitation, even unto death.