He is a legal professional with basic professional integrity.

Emily Thompson finished speaking, but the old man beside him made no move, only stared at him intently.

Emily Thompson asked, “Let’s go, why are you looking at me?”

The old man’s gaze shifted. Suddenly, he held up four fingers and asked, “Young master, how many is this?”

Emily Thompson wasn’t sure if numbers were different between the two worlds, so he tested, “Four?”

“That’s right!” the old man said happily, then pressed on, “What’s two plus three?”

“Five.”

“Fifteen plus sixteen?”

“Thirty-one.”

“Seventy-three plus sixty-nine.”

“One hundred forty-two.”

The old man was full of disbelief. After coming back to his senses, he spoke again.

“Eight hundred forty-three plus six hundred fifty-two?”

“One thousand four hundred ninety-five.”

While he was still calculating in his head, Emily Thompson had already given the answer.

Emily Thompson didn’t know what he was doing, but he was basically certain that addition was the same in any world. He glanced at the old man and saw his eyes filled with shock, his expression even more excited, as if he had discovered a peerless genius.

It’s just three-digit addition, what’s so surprising about that? Emily Thompson asked irritably, “What’s so amazing about such a simple question? Do you take me for a fool?”

The old man muttered, “But young master, you are a fool…”

……

The son of the Minister of Justice is a fool—this was almost common knowledge in Chang’an.

As the steward of the The Thompson Family, who had watched him grow up, Mr. Harris was even more aware of his young master’s arithmetic skills.

Usually, even for single-digit addition, he had to count on his fingers for ages. Now, he could blurt out the correct answers to double- and even triple-digit addition without thinking. Was this still their foolish young master?

Could it be that the bump on his head last night actually made him smarter?

“Well done, well done…”

The foolish young master he’d watched grow up suddenly became clever. Mr. Harris couldn’t contain his excitement, rubbing his hands together as he said, “This old servant will go tell the master the good news right away…”

After a brief moment of shock, Emily Thompson shook his head. So the previous owner of this body was a fool who couldn’t even do addition and subtraction within a hundred.

No wonder the old man was so excited.

He’d even come up with an excuse for him, so Emily Thompson didn’t have to worry about hiding the fact that he’d transmigrated.

“Heavens, are you blind?!”

Not only had the assassination failed, but the foolish son of her father’s killer had actually become smart. The young woman trembled with rage, crying out in grief and indignation, “You scoundrel, may your whole family die miserably!”

To commit murder and still be so arrogant—her mouth had to be shut again, lest she keep shouting “scoundrel, scoundrel” along the way and ruin his reputation. People who didn’t know might really think he’d done something to her.

That way, even if he really died three days later, at least people wouldn’t say he’d killed himself out of guilt.

Just as Emily Thompson was about to stuff the white cloth back in, a figure walked in from outside the door.

It was a young woman, dressed in a fitted white dress embroidered with delicate patterns at the hem, holding a long sword in her hand. Her features were exquisite, her demeanor cold and aloof, her waist slender enough to be encircled by a hand. Her jet-black hair was casually tied in a ponytail. The first thing Emily Thompson felt upon seeing her was a heroic aura and a chill that kept people at a distance.

Only then did he notice her looks.

Having lived two lives, Emily Thompson had never seen such a beautiful girl in real life. The female assassin beside him was certainly a little beauty, but compared to this one, she was still lacking.

The only shortcoming was that, even in tight clothing, there was little sign of any curves on her chest.

As soon as the woman stepped in, she saw the young girl tied to the pillar. The girl’s face was pale, her hair disheveled, her expression desperate and grief-stricken, looking utterly miserable, as if she had just been bullied…

And Emily Thompson was about to stuff a piece of white cloth into her mouth.

As if realizing something, her face instantly turned cold.

Emily Thompson was just about to ask the old man who this beautiful lady was, when he heard the sound of wind in his ears. After a delayed pain in his chest, his body crashed heavily into the woodpile. Already injured and weak, he couldn’t take such a toss—his vision went black and he fainted again.

At this moment, the old man’s anxious voice finally rang out.

“Young madam, it’s a misunderstanding!”

Chapter 3: Lifespan Increase

Emily Thompson woke up groggily to find himself lying on that familiar big bed again.

This time, besides the clear pain in his head and shoulder, there was also a dull ache in his chest.

Emily Thompson opened his clothes to look and saw a dark bruise on his chest. Every breath brought a faint pain.

Seeing Emily Thompson sit up, the old man who had been keeping watch by the bed shuddered with excitement and said, “Young master, you’re awake! What’s three thousand six hundred seventy-four plus five thousand eight hundred sixty-three?”

“Nine thousand five hundred thirty-seven.”

Emily Thompson answered in one breath, rubbed his chest, then looked around and asked, “Where is everyone?”