Chapter 48: To Master This Skill, One Must First Castrate Oneself

The Yang Family estate was sprawling and heavily populated. Yet, if one walked through the mansion for a while, they would discover a peculiar fact: other than the Yang Family members themselves, there were no other men. The rest were entirely women. The maids all had slender figures, outstanding appearances, and exquisite attire. However, their eyes were entirely hollow, making them look like beautiful wooden puppets devoid of any vitality.

It was early morning. The doors of Tuisi Hall were left slightly ajar.

Yang Qinghe knelt on the freezing floor tiles; his knees had long since gone numb, yet he didn't dare move an inch. His grandfather, Yang Gongdu, sat in the seat of honor. The eighty-three-year-old helmsman of the Yang Family had pure white hair and a white beard, yet his face was completely free of wrinkles, and his hands were as pale and tender as a young boy's. He was currently holding a teacup, slowly savoring its contents.