The Third Miss’s Daily Life Back Home

No romance. I forgot to add the tag at first.

When Xie Shu was three, she was kidnapped. Before the kidnappers could even name their price, a passing Taoist priest swooped in and stole her away.

According to the story, this is how it happened:

Kidnapper A: “Boss, they picked up. How much should we ask for?”

Kidnapper B: “At least five million, ”

“Bam!”

The Taoist temple gate was kicked open.

Master Mingyue, my master, stood in the doorway and flicked his horsetail whisk. “In broad daylight, under the heavens, you dare kidnap a child? Let the child go!”

Kidnapper: “Who are you?”

Master: “Someone who can’t stand to see injustice.”

Kidnapper, pulling a knife: “Mind your own business!”

And then… according to my master’s later recollection after he’d had a few too many drinks, she “just warmed up a little,” and the kidnappers ran off to turn themselves in at the police station, shouting, “Mom, I want to go home!”

I was taken to the police station, where my parents rushed over when they heard the news and hugged me, sobbing uncontrollably.

But that very night, I suddenly spiked a fever of 42 degrees Celsius, and the hospital couldn’t find the cause.

My master touched my burning forehead. “Good heavens, this child has a very strange fate.”

My parents were stunned. “What should we do?”

My master put on a solemn expression. “Come with me. Be my disciple.”

And that’s how I became my master’s disciple.