Yin Qianzhen was overjoyed to learn she could go out: "Deal! I haven't been out for eighteen years, this is fantastic!"
Yin Fu shook his head helplessly: "The world's risks are changing unpredictably. Father did it for your own good."
...
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Ming Zhitian opened the door and was met by a flushed Yin Qianzhen. She was beaming, clearly in high spirits and had evidently dressed up with great care.
Yin Qianzhen smiled slightly: "Master, hello."
Ming Zhitian's skin crawled. He felt a chill run down his spine: "You're not here to assassinate me, are you?"
Yin Qianzhen rolled her eyes instantly: "I agreed, Ming. Don't push your luck."
Ming Zhitian said, "Oh," and then: "I was joking. You can leave now."
She had already come, and she had dressed up. Ming Zhitian's disregard for her charm instantly ignited her temper:
"Since I promised to be your maid for a day, I will be. You have no right to refuse."
Ming Zhitian looked puzzled: "What kind of magic potion did Yin Fu feed you? You're so obedient! Strange, I'm myself, and I don't have the right to refuse? How absurd."
Yin Qianzhen suppressed her urge to explode, and said calmly: "No matter what, starting today, I will be your maid for one day."
Ming Zhitian nodded: "I'm not afraid of someone who's already on the ground. Come on, let's start, maid. Come in."
Yin Qianzhen entered the room, and Ming Zhitian frowned: "What? Don't you know any etiquette?"
Yin Qianzhen looked clueless: "What?"
Ming Zhitian said: "You should answer 'Yes, Master'."
Yin Qianzhen rolled her eyes again: "Yes, Master."
Ming Zhitian sighed: "Oh really? You're even rolling your eyes at your master? From now on, if I see you roll your eyes one more time, I'll whip you."
"You! Dare..." Yin Qianzhen stopped mid-sentence, quickly swallowing her words. Before coming, she had strictly told herself to obey as much as possible and serve this master well.
Ming Zhitian summoned several piles of clothes from his storage bag: "Wash these by hand."
"You!" Yin Qianzhen looked at the pile of clothes, wanting to lash out.
Ming Zhitian asked: "Is there a problem?"
Yin Qianzhen pretended nothing was wrong: "No problem. I'll wash them."
Ming Zhitian had planned to go to the training grounds to practice with the mechanical puppets. After thinking about it, he realized he couldn't neglect this one-day maid. He should properly discipline her.
Looking at Yin Qianzhen, who was still sweating profusely while scrubbing clothes: "I almost forgot, I haven't given you a name yet. What should I call you...?"
Yin Qianzhen immediately refused. She threw down the clothes and stood up: "Ming Zhitian, don't push it too far!"
Ming Zhitian shrugged: "Can't even last half a day? Alright, go back to being your young lady then."
Yin Qianzhen remembered Yin Fu's promise of a month's outing, and her demeanor softened considerably. Her expression changed as if a new person had emerged: "Master, please give your servant a name. I beg you."
Ming Zhitian felt a wave of disgust: "I'm going to puke. Fine, I'll call you Little Rabbit."
"..."
"Little Rabbit!"
Yin Qianzhen looked up: "Master, Little Rabbit is here."
Ming Zhitian suppressed a smile and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, Little Rabbit, continue working."
"Little Rabbit! Come and pour me some tea!"
Yin Qianzhen quickly put down her work and scurried over to boil, brew, and pour tea for Ming Zhitian, performing the entire sequence flawlessly.
"Little Rabbit! Give me a back rub!"
Yin Qianzhen said: "Master, the clothes are still soaking. I need to wash them quickly."