"Damn, so handsome, why have I never seen anyone this good-looking?" Ye Jingyu, clad in a tight, silk robe the color of aged bronze, stood before a colossal bronze mirror, hands clasped behind his back in a posture of exaggerated confidence.

The exquisite youth reflected in the mirror possessed a face sharply carved, lips slender and moist, a high-bridged nose, and piercing, bright black eyes beneath thick eyebrows. Combined with the self-satisfied smirk on his face, he was truly a stunning sight—though a man who praised his own looks so frequently was perhaps a touch...

What was that word again? Ah, yes... narcissistic.

"Heh, even if I were just handsome, throwing in all this wealth? How are other men supposed to live? Ah... oh well. I'm a good person, after all. I’ll just take a casual thousand of the most beautiful international beauties as wives. I’ll leave the rest for other men. A person shouldn’t be too greedy, right?" Ye Jingyu continued his self-admiration, dramatically tossing his long, flowing hair before turning and striding toward the exit.

Ye Jingyu, male, 16 years old, hailed from Longya Village in Ninglang County, Shuyun Kingdom. His father, Ye Fugui, was the foremost landlord in Longya Village and for miles around, owning thousands of acres of prime land and over ten thousand properties. He maintained a dedicated retinue of fiercely loyal retainers, earning the respect—even deference—of the County Magistrate of Ninglang.

As Ye Fugui’s only son, Ye Jingyu was naturally the pampered jewel of the entire Ye household. This upbringing had forged in him a brash and arrogant disposition. His greatest pastimes included leading a pack of sycophantic lackeys into town to harass respectable women, bullying weaker youths, and hunting in the nearby mountains.

Of course, the current Young Master Ye no longer concerned himself with harassing virtuous women. The reason was simple: this Little Ye was not that Little Ye.

To put it plainly, Ye Fugui’s biological son, Ye Jingyu, had perished in the mountains a month ago while hunting with his entourage.

And the protagonist we follow now was originally a high school freshman from the 21st century.

You must have guessed it, haven't you? Transmigration.

Indeed, he had caught the latest, most popular trend: crossing over.

A smooth possession, a smooth absorption of the original Young Master Ye’s complete memories, a smooth transition into becoming Landlord Ye’s sole heir.

So...

Do you all understand now?

Hm? Still don’t? Then keep reading.

"Good morning, Young Master..." As soon as he stepped out of his chambers—(For the full text novel reading, visit .1.(1.m. Literature Net)—one was met with a flower garden the size of a football field, complete with rockeries, covered walkways, pavilions, and waterside pavilions. Furthermore, dozens of servants, clad in fine fabrics, were meticulously tending to every blade of grass and every blooming flower. The moment they saw Ye Jingyu emerge, they immediately straightened up and greeted him in unison.

Lavish. Truly damned lavish. This was just his private courtyard, and it boasted a garden this immense, requiring this many staff just to maintain. In modern terms, this was treatment afforded only to a billionaire. To think that he, barely eighteen, was enjoying such luxury. Perhaps he really was a good person after all, or why else would he receive such treatment immediately upon transmigration?

Thinking of the eight-square-meter room he used to inhabit, Ye Jingyu felt a wave of emotion. The vicissitudes of life were truly unpredictable.

"Good morning, everyone..." With a performance of utmost arrogance, Ye Jingyu nodded to the assembly and strode purposefully toward the garden gates.

The sun was bright, the weather glorious. If he didn't go out and harass some virtuous women... oh wait—harass the neighborhood girls—how could he honor his own magnificent appearance?

To be honest, Ye Jingyu was thoroughly enjoying this current life of doing nothing, being fed the moment he opened his mouth, and having clothes presented for him the instant he wanted them.

"Young Master, something terrible has happened..." Just as Little Ye stepped across the threshold of the garden, a figure rushed toward him in a flurry.

"Xiao Linzi, are you tired of living? I’m perfectly fine. What terrible thing has happened?" Seeing the newcomer, it was none other than Ye Jingyu’s attendant, Lin Xiaoyi, known as Xiao Linzi.

"No... no, it's the Master! Something happened to the Master!" Xiao Linzi was clearly stammering, rushing up to Ye Jingyu with anxiety etched across his face.

"What? Something happened to the Old Man? Did he get cancer or AIDS? Is he dead?" Hearing that the old man was in trouble, Ye Jingyu instantly perked up. Everyone knew that Ye Fugui had only this one 'son.' If he died, all that immense wealth would fall directly to him—money he could spend however he pleased.

"Cancer? AIDS?" Xiao Linzi clearly had no idea what these technical terms meant.

"Never mind that. Just tell me if he’s dead," Ye Jingyu slapped his own forehead. People in this era wouldn't know what AIDS was.

"Ah..." Xiao Linzi froze. It sounded as if his Young Master desperately wanted the Master to die.

Only then did Ye Jingyu realize that as Ye Fugui’s son, his current reaction to his father’s potential demise was rather inappropriate. He quickly assumed an expression of deep grief and asked Xiao Linzi, "What exactly happened to my father? Hurry up and tell me!" As he spoke, he prepared to smear saliva onto the corners of his eyes to feign tears.

"The Master has returned from outside..."

"Did his body return, or just his spirit?"

"..." Xiao Linzi was speechless. Did his master truly wish for his own father’s death?

"Damn it, just spit it out! What do you mean returned or not returned?" Ye Jingyu grew furious at Xiao Linzi's dazed expression.

"The Master has returned from the provincial capital. He is waiting for you in the main hall and wants you to go over immediately."

"..." Now it was Ye Jingyu's turn to be speechless. After all that fuss, it was just this?

"He just wants me to come over? What’s the big fuss about... Let's go," Ye Jingyu said dismissively, lifting his foot and heading toward the main hall.

Since childhood, he had never been a good boy. Having endured thousands, if not hundreds, of reprimands from teachers and parents had forged in him an invincible—or perhaps shameless—state of mind, capable of handling any obstacle. It must be said, the Ye family compound was massive; Ye Jingyu walked for a full quarter of an hour before arriving from his residence to the main hall. The moment he stepped through the doorway, he saw the corpulent Ye Fugui, belly protruding, seated in a specially designed oversized chair.

Beside him sat a middle-aged man clad in a black robe, his face covered in beard, smiling as he conversed with his father.

Behind the man stood a young girl in a light cyan gauze skirt. She possessed an oval face, a pair of black eyes that glittered like jewels, small, cherry-red lips, and a slightly upturned delicate nose. By any measure, she was a beauty.

Could this be a marriage prospect? Ye Jingyu’s eyes immediately lit up, and a satisfied smile spread across his face as he strode forward.

"Father, is this another arranged meeting? This little lady is quite attractive. Although she might not be good enough to be a primary wife, she would certainly serve well as a concubine. Agree to this match for me, please, just take a concubine first..." Ye Jingyu spoke, walking directly to the mahogany chair opposite the man and sitting down, casually crossing his legs. He continuously scrutinized the girl in the blue-green dress, failing to notice Xiao Linzi, trailing behind him, frantically wiping sweat from his brow.