Insanely Pampered Wife: Divine Doctor Fifth Young Miss Chapter 5: Brothers

Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

Sima You Yue created a massive commotion the moment she got back to the General’s Residence. She'd merely gone out for a brief time that morning, but returned with severe injuries once more! She'd only just healed the previous night…

“My God, Fifth Young Master, how did you get hurt! Who hurt you?! Quick, let me have a look at your injury.” The steward of the courtyard hurried over right away upon noticing Sima You Yue’s wounded arm.

Seeing the worry in his gaze, Sima You Yue grinned and replied: “Uncle Quan, I’m fine, just a bit of scorched skin, nothing serious.”

“A bit? How can you call that just a bit!” He stared at the injury, his heart aching fiercely.

“It’s truly nothing, doesn’t hurt much at all. I’ll head back, have the maids put some ointment on it, and I’ll recover quickly.” Sima You Yue reassured him gently.

While outsiders everywhere branded her as trash no matter where she appeared, things stood entirely different inside the General’s Residence. Nobody ever belittled or despised her. Since she couldn’t cultivate into a spirit master, they pitied her deeply and pampered her even more. Her grandfather, brothers, and every servant and maid cherished her immensely, yet the old Sima You Yue failed to value such love and constantly caused them grief.

“Alright then, hurry and get the maids to treat your wound. I’ll go request another top-grade pill from the General for you.” Uncle Quan instructed.

She’d already consumed the priciest pill available in the house—where would they find another? She nodded casually and returned to her courtyard.

She didn’t have a large retinue of maids; besides Chun Jian and Yun Yue from yesterday, two others were busy cooking. They gasped in shock at her injury and promptly started caring for it.

Observing their quick, practiced motions, she couldn’t help pondering how often the previous Sima You Yue had gotten hurt. Their smooth, expert handling revealed just how experienced they were.

Once the wound was bandaged, Chun Jian fetched a pill and fed it to Sima You Yue. Yet it was merely a first-tier pill, and since spiritual energy caused the injury, it proved rather ineffective.

Soon after, Sima Lie arrived to check on her. His gaze fixed on her burnt arm, brows knitting tightly as he demanded in a mix of fury and heartache: “Why did you head out alone again!”

“Grandfather…” Spotting his anger, she playfully tugged at his sleeve. “I only stepped out for a quick walk to breathe some fresh air, never imagining I’d bump into one of those guys who beat me before. So I gave him a lesson—smashed him with a stone until he turned into useless trash who can’t cultivate ever again! Compared to his state, I’m far better off. This is minor; it’ll mend in days.”

Truth be told, from her previous life, she’d endured all sorts of wounds, from gunshots to stabbings. This burn meant little to her; at worst, it’d scar her arm unattractively.

Unlike her past dramatic outbursts, Sima You Yue stayed calm this time, which eased Sima Lie’s heart—this suited a true ‘Young Master’ from his mighty General’s Residence! He pulled out a porcelain vial, tipping it to reveal a single pill. “This is the final pill Master Shi made; take it now.”

“Grandfather, I’m okay, really just a scratch. It’ll heal fast on its own. Save this precious pill for a real crisis.” She pushed his hand away lightly while protesting.

“What scratch! Your entire arm is charred badly—still calling it nothing?! We’re the proud General’s Residence; a single pill won’t bankrupt us! Come on, swallow it and you’ll recover instantly.” Sima Lie coaxed, holding the pill to her lips once more.

Sima You Yue swallowed the bitter pill obediently, yet her heart brimmed with pure warmth.

In her former life as an orphan, raised by the Organization’s harsh training, no one ever truly cared for her—she was merely their tool. She never dreamed of receiving such doting affection.

Grandfather, from now on, you’re truly my grandfather, she vowed deep within.

“Hahahahahahah, Fifth Brother’s finally matured! You even know how to soothe Grandfather now!”

Just then, a booming laugh echoed from the entrance as four men marched in. They were the other Sima young masters—Sima You Qi, Sima You Ming, Sima You Ran, and Sima You Le.

The laughter came from the eldest brother, Sima You Qi.

“Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, how come you’re all here together?” Sima You Yue eyed the newcomers.

“We heard you got beaten, so we all raced back to check on you. Pure coincidence our arrivals synced up.” Big Brother answered, scanning her thoroughly with worry. “You okay? Any other pain?”

Though dispersed across various locations, news of her grave injury made them drop everything and hurry home without hesitation.

Sima You Yue shook her head, comforting them: “Nope, no worries. Grandfather’s pill works wonders! I feel no pain anywhere.”

“Grandfather, did you find an Alchemist?” Second Brother Sima You Ming inquired.

“Yeah, our stock was too low-rank, so I asked Master Shi to craft two pills.” Sima Lie explained.

“That fellow’s been eyeing our two-hundred-year ginseng—did you trade it for them?” Big Brother Sima You Qi, who oversaw family matters, knew the Residence’s assets best.

Sima Lie nodded. “I begged for second-tier pills, but he said they’re tough to make with only a few on hand. All rare treasures. When he suggested the ginseng in trade, I agreed in my rush.”

“One second-tier pill runs twenty gold coins, a two-hundred-year ginseng at least fifty. But swapping it for Fifth Brother’s healing? Totally worth it.” Sima You Ran remarked, unconcerned about the ginseng’s loss.

“Right, no ginseng compares to our brother. As long as he’s fine, that’s all that counts.” Fourth Brother Sima You Le agreed firmly.

Perched on her bed, Sima You Yue watched the five men buzz around her bedside. Hearing their concern for her outweigh the precious ginseng’s value, her heart swelled—how blessed the old Sima You Yue had been with such devotion.

This realm relied on coins primarily. 1 Gold Coin = 100 Silver Coins = 1000 copper coins. Most folks used copper and silver, while the wealthy favored gold.

Twenty gold coins could sustain a regular family of five for a full year! Yet they lavished it on her without a second thought, fixated solely on her mending.

“Fifth Brother, who did this? Name them—we’ll avenge you!” Fourth Brother Sima You Le, seeming three or four years her senior and the most impulsive, demanded.

The General’s Residence boasted five young masters: First at 29, Second at 24, Third at 22, Fourth at 18, and Fifth at 14. The elder four shone as prodigies in Dong Chen Kingdom. First Young Master ranked ninth-grade Spirit Lord, Second and Third hit fifth-grade, while Fourth Young Master had reached first-grade Spirit Lord young—a stunning family legacy.

Only the notorious Fifth Young Master lacked any gift here, unable even to sense surrounding Spiritual Qi. Unfit for the basest Spirit Master, he was pure trash!

As Sima You Le pressed for the culprit’s name, Second Brother joined in, grinding his teeth fiercely: “Fifth Brother, who was it! Let us brothers settle the score for you!”