Emily Thompson was certainly no stranger to the name Chang’an—he was born and raised there. However, when he jumped off the building just now, the old man pointed a finger and he was frozen in midair. This was definitely not the Xia Dynasty he knew, nor the Chang’an he was familiar with.

In fact, last night, that female assassin who tried to kill him seemed to have been immobilized in the same way.

Thinking of that young girl, the wound on Emily Thompson’s shoulder began to ache faintly again. Without the memories of his predecessor, he had no idea what this guy had done to make that girl hate him so much...

“My head hurts. I can’t remember anything...”

Emily Thompson shook his head and asked again, “What happened last night? Why did that girl try to kill me?”

Even if he was going to die in three days, he wanted to die knowing the truth.

The old man shook his head and said, “Last night, young master was injured and fell unconscious. The whole household was thrown into chaos. This old servant temporarily locked her in the woodshed and hasn’t had a chance to interrogate her yet.”

Emily Thompson had just heard from the old man that the identity he’d transmigrated into was the son of the Minister of Justice. Emily Thompson studied law and was well-versed in legal history, so he knew that in ancient times, the Minister of Justice’s position was equivalent to the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court in modern times.

The old man referred to himself as “this old servant,” so this was most likely a place similar to a feudal society.

In a feudal society, the Minister of Justice’s power far exceeded that of a modern Chief Justice.

It was a position that could decide the life and death of ordinary people, and even high-ranking officials.

Could it be that this guy who shared his name was some kind of arrogant, lawless playboy who had done something so heinous to that girl that it warranted at least three years in prison, up to the death penalty?

Otherwise, why would she hate him so much?

But what did any of this have to do with him, the newcomer?

He didn’t know when the book in front of him had disappeared, but whenever Emily Thompson thought of it, it would slowly reappear.

Emily Thompson’s mind was a mess, and he felt uneasy. Enduring the pain in his shoulder, he sat up from the bed and said, “Let’s go see her.”

The old man looked at Emily Thompson, scratching his head. He felt that something was off about the young master, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. So, he helped Emily Thompson to the place where the female assassin was being held.

The Thompson Family, woodshed.

The young girl was tightly bound to a pillar, a wad of white cloth stuffed in her mouth. Her hair was disheveled, her face pale, and her once clear and bright eyes had long since lost their luster, looking utterly miserable.

Creak...

The door to the woodshed was pushed open from the outside.

The girl slowly raised her head. When she saw the figure entering, a deep, bone-chilling hatred surged in her eyes. She struggled desperately, but with her mouth gagged, she could only make muffled “mmph mmph” sounds.

On the way here, Emily Thompson had already asked—the girl was a maid in the household, just recruited last month. She had always worked diligently, but for some reason, last night she suddenly snuck into Emily Thompson’s room to assassinate him.

In his mind, he had already imagined a scene where a young girl, having been violated by a privileged official’s son, endured humiliation and infiltrated her enemy’s mansion, serving him on the surface while secretly waiting for a chance to take revenge...

And in this story, Emily Thompson was the main villain.

Emily Thompson walked up to the girl and carefully removed the cloth from her mouth. Before he could ask anything, the girl glared at him viciously and gritted her teeth, “You scoundrel, I won’t let you off even if I become a ghost!”

With such a resentful tone, even Emily Thompson himself wouldn’t believe she hadn’t been wronged by this playboy.

How hateful! He was a law-abiding citizen, a judge with a spotless record in both lives, and now his reputation was ruined in an instant...

Emily Thompson rubbed his temples and asked, “Miss, do you have a grudge against me?”

The girl gritted her teeth, “No.”

Emily Thompson was taken aback, then widened his eyes, “If not, why did you try to kill me?”

The girl’s eyes were full of hatred: “Because your father killed my father!”

“My father killed your father?”

“My father was an honest official. How could he have done such a thing? It was all your father’s false accusations!”

Emily Thompson was both angry and speechless.

He’d been feeling guilty for so long, but it turned out he was just implicated.

This girl was a criminal’s relative, seeking revenge against a law enforcer.

Even if what she said was true, if she wanted revenge, she should go after his father, the Minister of Justice, not him.

This was retaliation, this was attempted murder.

So after all this, she was actually the villain.

The old man beside Emily Thompson didn’t seem surprised at all. He glanced at the girl and said, “As expected, she came to seek revenge on the master. She has no martial arts background, yet managed to hide her identity and sneak into the household. It was my negligence. Young master, how do you wish to deal with her?”

Emily Thompson waved his hand and said, “Hand her over to the poli... the authorities.”

Even in modern times, it wasn’t uncommon for criminals or their families to seek revenge on judges.

He still hadn’t figured out the death threat from that book, and right now, he just wanted to be alone.

Although he was the victim, he had no law enforcement authority. Detaining the girl overnight counted as taking compulsory measures to restrict the personal freedom of someone with criminal facts or major suspicion. If he kept her any longer, it would be illegal detention. As for the power to deal with criminals, he certainly didn’t have that.