Mr. Harris glanced quietly at Emily Thompson, thinking to himself, The young master shouldn’t end up in a complete mess this time, right?

After a light cough, he stood up and said, “It’s getting late, young master, you should rest early. This old servant will take his leave.”

Emily Thompson waved his hand and said, “Go ahead.”

After Mr. Harris left, Emily Thompson sat at the table, propping his chin with one hand, his gaze gradually becoming vacant.

So much had happened to him in just half a day.

A minor court clerk from the 21st century, he had only taken a nap and ended up in another world. He opened his eyes to an assassination attempt, thought he was dreaming, knocked himself out on a pillar, woke up to see a death countdown, caught a female assassin, got kicked unconscious by his wife, went out and almost got an arrow through his head...

His more than twenty years of life had never been as eventful and thrilling as this half day.

He needed to take a breather.

……

Night.

Li Residence.

In a quiet room, a young woman sat at the table, her gaze slightly vacant as she stared at the gently flickering candle flame.

This morning, when she saw that woman’s miserable state in the woodshed, she did lose control of her anger for a moment.

Her husband might be a fool, but he had never committed any crimes.

Of course, she soon realized it was a misunderstanding.

But compared to him committing a crime, the fact that a fool who only knew how to giggle and drool suddenly became normal—perhaps even clever—was even more astonishing.

Strangely enough, when he was a fool, she didn’t feel much of anything.

Now that he wasn’t, she didn’t know how to interact with him.

This brought a rare sense of restlessness to her usually calm heart.

Her fingers habitually stroked the longsword in her hand.

But it didn’t feel familiar.

She looked down in confusion, then exclaimed in surprise and doubt, “Where’s my sword?!”

In the next room, separated by a wall.

Emily Thompson sat at the table, his eyes moving as he finally snapped out of his daze.

He didn’t know how long he’d been spacing out. Turning his head, he saw that it was already dark outside.

He composed himself and let out a long, heavy breath.

At this moment, he had already accepted the fact that he had transmigrated.

His parents had died young in his previous life, and half a year ago, he had seen off the grandmother who raised him. In that other world, he didn’t have many strong attachments. The only thing he felt indignant about was that, after who knows how much effort, he had finally passed the bar and civil service exams, landed a secure government job, and now it was all gone...

If he’d known, he wouldn’t have worked so hard.

But thinking about it, the job he had in this life could probably be considered a golden rice bowl, so he felt a bit better.

After spacing out, Emily Thompson finally noticed he was starving. The food Mr. Harris had brought that afternoon was already cold, but Emily Thompson didn’t mind. Just as he was about to eat, there was a sudden knock at the door.

He stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the figure outside. He asked, “Wife, it’s so late—do you need something?”

He knew that, although the two of them were married, they had always slept separately.

The cool, aloof woman asked, “Have you seen my sword?”

Emily Thompson shook his head and said, “No…”

Her gaze dropped slightly. “Then what’s that in your hand?”

Emily Thompson looked down and realized he was holding a sword.

He had no recollection of when his wife’s sword ended up in his hand.

Emily Thompson hurriedly handed the sword back to her, saying, “Sorry, I have no idea why your sword is in my hand…”

The woman in white didn’t say much, simply turned and left. After taking a few steps, she paused slightly, but didn’t look back, and said, “About what happened today, I’m sorry. I misunderstood you.”

Emily Thompson rubbed his still faintly aching chest and said magnanimously, “It’s fine.”

She had saved his life, after all—what was a kick compared to that?

His wife might be a bit violent, but at least she was reasonable.

Watching her figure about to disappear into the courtyard, Emily Thompson blurted out, “By the way, wife, what’s… your name?”

He suddenly realized he didn’t even know her name.

Her figure had already vanished, but a faint voice drifted from the darkness.

“Grace Miller.”

……

“Grace Miller…”

What a beautiful name. Emily Thompson repeated it a few times in his heart, then turned back into the room. As he was about to close the door, he froze, staring blankly at a pink sachet in his hand.

What’s this?

Why do I keep ending up with strange things in my hands today?

Emily Thompson opened the sachet and looked inside. There were only a few pieces of silver. He brought it to his nose and sniffed—it had a faint, pleasant fragrance. He was familiar with this scent; after spending the whole day with his wife, Emily Thompson could recognize her fragrance.

But why was his wife’s sachet in his hand too?

And… why did he say “too”?

Emily Thompson thought for a moment. During the day, Mr. Harris’s money pouch had also inexplicably ended up in his hand. Not only that, but his wife’s sword had also mysteriously appeared in his hand…