Seeing that the young master had not reverted to being a fool, Elder finally relaxed and said, “I’ve already had someone send them to the Chang’an County yamen. Young master, rest assured, those who dared to assassinate you will not have a good end!”

Emily Thompson asked, “What about the other one?”

Elder asked in confusion, “Which one?”

Emily Thompson said angrily, “The woman who kicked me.”

Elder gave an awkward laugh and said, “It was all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding...”

Both of those people had strong hostility toward him. His predecessor really must not have been a good person... Emily Thompson pondered for a moment, then asked Elder, “What kind of person was I before?”

Elder didn’t understand what he meant and muttered, “What... kind of person?”

Emily Thompson said, “Drinking, whoring, gambling, committing crimes, loafing around, good-for-nothing?”

Elder waved his hand and said, “None of that, young master, you must be joking. You never touched a drop of alcohol, never went to brothels, never committed any crimes, never loafed around...”

How could a fool loaf around and be good-for-nothing?

The young master spent most of his time at home and rarely went out, so naturally he couldn’t have committed any crimes.

As for drinking, whoring, and gambling, that was even more impossible. If he really dared to do those things, with the young madam’s temper, wouldn’t she have broken his legs?

Emily Thompson let out a sigh of relief.

So, he neither drank, whored, nor gambled, nor committed any crimes—in other words, he wasn’t just a fool before, but an honest fool.

But those two women—one tried to kill him at first sight, the other kicked him as soon as they met.

So, is it just open season on bullying fools?

For no reason at all, he’d been slashed and kicked. The more Emily Thompson thought about it, the angrier he got, so much so that he temporarily forgot about the death threat from that book. At this moment, Elder explained, “Young master, don’t be angry, it’s all a misunderstanding. The young madam doesn’t know what happened last night—she thought you bullied that girl...”

“She didn’t know, so that means she can just hit people at will?” Emily Thompson was still furious and shouted, “I’m the one who was bullied! Bring the young madam to me... Wait, what young madam? Whose wife?”

A cold and aloof woman entered from outside, walked to the bedside, crossed her arms over her sword, and looked down at Emily Thompson from above, saying indifferently, “What do you want with me?”

Emily Thompson looked at her stunning but expressionless face, then at the sword in her hands, his throat bobbing as he said, “Nothing, nothing...”

...

Emily Thompson never would have imagined that the violent woman was actually his wife.

His actual wife.

According to Mr. Harris, the two of them had been betrothed since childhood and were officially married a month ago. They were now legally husband and wife.

Upon hearing this, Emily Thompson was stunned for quite a while.

He never expected that, after being single since birth for over twenty years and never even holding a girl’s hand, he would end up with such a beautiful wife.

Of course, it was only in name.

Who would willingly marry a fool? Mr. Harris also said that the young madam spent much more time at her parents’ home than at the Li residence, and even when she did stay here, she lived in the small courtyard next to Emily Thompson’s.

With such a beautiful wife, Emily Thompson didn’t feel happy at all—instead, he felt a bit panicked.

At their first meeting, she’d greeted him with a flying kick. Emily Thompson couldn’t imagine what life would be like from now on.

This woman clearly had violent tendencies. Would he be getting beaten up all the time in the future?

He wondered if there was a men’s protection association in this world, or if the authorities cared about domestic violence...

Very soon, Emily Thompson realized he was overthinking it.

If what was written in that code was true, he only had three days left to live. As for what would happen after three days—whether he’d return to wherever he came from, or simply cease to exist—he’d only find out when the time came.

As Emily Thompson thought of that code, the phantom image of the book once again appeared before his eyes.

Emily Thompson glanced at it—the two lines of text beneath the book’s cover were still there.

“Name: Emily Thompson.”

“Lifespan: Five days.”

Emily Thompson was slightly stunned.

Why were there two more days?

He remembered very clearly that just now, it had said three days, but now it had become five. There was no way he could have mistaken the characters for “three” and “five.”

And the changes in the “Code” weren’t just the time on the cover. The code, which he hadn’t been able to open no matter what just now, now flipped open to a page with just a thought from Emily Thompson—but only a single page.

On that page, there were no words, but there was a portrait.

To call it a portrait wasn’t quite right—it was more like a photograph, because it looked as if it had been taken with a high-definition camera from the future: crystal clear, in color. It was the female assassin who had tried to kill Emily Thompson last night.

A flood of questions surged through Emily Thompson’s mind.

Why did the female assassin’s image appear in the “Code”?

And why had his lifespan suddenly increased by two days?

Although he didn’t yet know the reason, the changes in the “Code” were definitely related to that female assassin.

This matter was closely tied to his own life. With only five days left to live, Emily Thompson had to figure out why his lifespan had increased, and how he could live even longer...

There was no time to lose. He immediately climbed out of bed and said, “To the Chang’an County yamen!”