Beast Taming Mad Concubine: The Useless Young Lady is Back!

Chapter 177 Only Deserves to Be a Useless Person

Ye Feiran bit her lip and remained silent: "Then what should we do? Are we just going to let him hurt me like this? And we can't even tell the truth?"

"Sure, but you need to provide evidence. If you can provide enough evidence to convince everyone, then naturally everyone will believe you."

Ye Feiran looked up at Ye Qing'an: "Evidence?"

"Yes, evidence."

"But I have no evidence! Where would I get evidence?"

"You'll have to find the evidence yourself. So now, your time to be tested has come. If you want to prove you're not useless, then you'll have to find a way to get the evidence."

Ye Qing'an coaxed him gently, raising his hand to form a sound-stealing bubble in the air, and then pushing the bubble into Ye Feiran's sleeve.

"what is this?"

"Eavesdropping is such a common technique that even I, who has just begun to study mystical arts, have already learned it. Don't you know it?"

"..." Ye Feiran pursed his lips and remained silent; he truly did not know how.

Ye Qing'an lowered her eyes: "This bubble will record everything it hears. Although you haven't been to the academy for several days, Master Lingjun still doesn't know why you haven't been there."

"Go to Master Lingjun's place later and tell him..."

Ye Qing'an lowered her voice and explained everything to Ye Feiran one by one.

After giving his instructions, Ye Qing'an narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Feiran again: "It's just a matter of saying a few words. If you can't even handle this simple disappearance, then you don't need to prove yourself or clarify those rumors. Because those rumors are not wrong. You really are a useless piece of trash."

Ye Feiran was provoked by Ye Qing'an's constant use of the term "good-for-nothing" and became somewhat indignant: "It was those people who called you good-for-nothing before."

“Yes.” Unexpectedly, Ye Qing’an admitted it directly: “Five years ago, I was indeed a good-for-nothing who could be bullied by everyone. I was oppressed by Liu Xueying, schemed against by Ye Weilan, and even the maids and servants could arbitrarily harass, beat, and insult me.”

"But things are different now. Look around the Ye family now, who dares to treat me like that, who dares to call me a piece of trash?"

Ye Qing'an's expression was cold and indifferent, with no extra emotion on her face: "Being treated as trash is not terrible. What is terrible is when others call you trash, and even you yourself feel that you only deserve to be trash, so you naturally give up and don't want to work hard. If that's the case, then you only deserve to be trash for your whole life."

"If you don't want to be a loser, then work hard, work hard to become stronger, strong enough that others genuinely acknowledge you, and then you will naturally get rid of the label of loser."

Ye Qing'an's words also deeply moved Ye Feiran, as no one had ever said such things to him before.

When those people called him fat, ugly, and useless, was he willing to accept it? Of course he was not. Was he angry? Of course he was angry.

But what the people around him had told him before was that if anyone cursed him like that and made him uncomfortable, he should use his status as the second young master of the Ye family and the legitimate son of the Ye family to suppress them, and he should order his servants and guards to beat them, regardless of whether they killed or injured them.

Later, not many people dared to curse him to his face anymore, but he knew very well what was going on in his heart. He just didn't dare to curse him to his face, but he didn't know what to say or how to talk about him behind his back.

Does he want to become stronger? Of course he does, but the people around him always tell him that he is the legitimate son of the Ye family, with the Ye family backing him up, so what is there to be afraid of? He doesn't need to become stronger at all; having the Ye family is enough.

Ye Feiran gritted her teeth: "I understand, I will do my best, I am not a good-for-nothing."

The academy was soon reached.

Master Lingjun was teaching at Yiyun Pavilion. During the morning class, Ye Qing'an and Ye Feiran entered the classroom together. There were already several people meditating and cultivating inside.

Ye Qing'an and Ye Feiran sat down to meditate together. After the morning classes were over, they each returned to their respective cubicles to read and cultivate on their own. Master Lingjun would check on them and provide guidance according to their individual circumstances.

Ye Qing'an and Ye Feiran each went into their respective cubicles. A short while later, Mr. Lingjun went to Ye Feiran's cubicle.

"Feiran is here? Did something happen before? Or are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Feiran replied, "Yes, Master, I'm feeling a little unwell."

This wasn't the first time Ye Feiran had skipped school. Each time, he would casually come up with an excuse, with "feeling unwell" being the most common one. However, Master Lingjun never inquired about the details.

Mr. Lingjun nodded: "If you're not feeling well, you should rest at home more. You still need to take care of your health."

"Yes."

Ye Feiran scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and coughed lightly: "Master, I've rested for a few days and I don't quite remember the incantation. Could you listen to me and tell me if I remember it correctly?"

"When I first started practicing, I always felt that something was wrong."

Mr. Lingjun responded, and Ye Feiran began to recite it haltingly.

I couldn't memorize it anymore after only half of it.

Ye Feiran frowned deeply: "A gentle breeze stirs, the water is calm. Alone I sit by the bamboo grove, letting out a long sigh as I play the zither... What comes after... what comes after, Master?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Master Lingjun's eyes, but he did not show it on his face: "When one enters a state of deep meditation, even ghosts and demons are startled."

“Ah…” Ye Feiran nodded: “Yes, yes, that’s it, ‘Entering into deep meditation, even ghosts and demons are startled. My mind is without secrets…’”

Ye Feiran recited a few more lines: "Ice cold for eternity, all things still. The heart should be calm, gaze upon my solitary spirit... And then, what comes next?"

"When the mind and spirit are in harmony, one remains calm amidst all changes."

After Master Lingjun gave him two or three pointers, Ye Feiran finally managed to memorize the incantation, albeit haltingly.

"I've been recuperating at home recently, and my spirits haven't been very high, so I haven't been practicing much."

Master Lingjun responded calmly before saying, "Your health is important, but you should also cultivate more in the future. It's like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you'll fall behind. If you don't cultivate, your spiritual power will decline."

Ye Feiran responded softly, as if he knew he was wrong.

Master Lingjun glanced at his fleshy body, sneered inwardly, and turned to leave.

After Mr. Lingjun left the cubicle, Ye Feiran finally couldn't help but tremble slightly. After a long while, she let out a long sigh.

After finally getting through the school day, Ye Feiran jumped into Ye Qing'an's carriage as soon as she left the academy: "It's done!"

Just as Ye Qing'an was about to speak, she heard a shout from outside: "Feiran! Is Feiran in the carriage?"

Ye Feiran glanced at Ye Qing'an, coughed lightly, and said in a low voice, "It's Wang Shiming, the youngest son of the Imperial Censor Wang Jin. He often plays with me."

Ye Qing'an nodded. Outside, Wang Shiming was still calling Fei Ran's name. Ye Qing'an raised her chin and said, "He's still calling you. Why don't you say hello to him?"

"Oh," Ye Feiran responded, lifting the carriage curtain. "I'm here..."