Clang!

Standing at the bow of the boat, the slender figure sheathed his long sword, looked at the two corpses, and said indifferently, “Well, this is at least quick and painless. With your abilities, you wouldn’t have escaped. If you’d fallen into that man’s hands, dying wouldn’t have been so easy, so you should thank me…”

Then, he stepped over the man’s headless corpse and the woman’s body, her eyes still open in death, entered the cabin, picked up the bloodstained wooden box with some distaste, tapped his toe lightly, and left the small boat, disappearing over the water, leaving only a trail of ripples behind.

Before long, a raging fire broke out on the boat, devouring everything…

Night had fallen. In a secluded mansion somewhere in Chang’an, inside a secret underground chamber.

Two figures were whispering in conversation.

“Didn’t you say you’d already succeeded?”

“I did succeed. I snuck into the Li residence, personally used a secret technique to destroy his heart meridian, confirmed he had no breath or pulse, then sent a false message to that little maid, telling her to act that night. That way, no one would suspect us. Even that effeminate master would probably think it was their doing. Then we’d leak the news, let William Thompson and them fight it out, and we’d sit back and watch, playing the fisherman behind the scenes…”

“But he’s still alive.”

“That’s just unbelievable!”

“How are we supposed to explain this to His Highness? Why don’t you try assassinating him again?”

“If you want to go, go yourself. After this, that Li fellow will definitely be on guard. If I go now, I’d be walking right into a trap. You know what William Thompson is capable of. Let me be clear: if I fall into his hands, don’t blame me for giving you up…”

“Forget I said anything.”

“Tsk, I still can’t figure it out. How did that fool survive? He clearly had no breath or pulse at the time. Could it be that I’m out of practice with the secret technique after so many years…”

Chapter 10: Let Me Do It!

That night, Emily Thompson slept soundly and sweetly.

When he opened his eyes and saw that it was already broad daylight, Emily Thompson jumped out of bed in a panic and exclaimed, “Oh no, I’m going to be late!”

It wasn’t until he saw the two figures standing by his bed that Emily Thompson was momentarily stunned, then realized that he’d never have to attend that class again.

A maid dampened a towel with hot water, wrung it out, and said gently, “Young master, let this servant help you wash up.”

Seeing that she seemed about to wipe his face for him, Emily Thompson quickly took the towel and said, “I’ll do it myself, I’ll do it myself…”

Having been independent since childhood, he really wasn’t used to being waited on by others.

He hastily wiped his face, and the maid took the towel away. Another chubby-cheeked little maid immediately said, “Young master, be good, open your mouth, let this servant clean your teeth, or else you’ll get cavities…”

What’s with the “Young master, be good, open your mouth”—like coaxing a child—Emily Thompson quickly realized that, in the eyes of the maids and servants in the residence, he, a fool, probably wasn’t much different from a child.

“I can do it myself.”

Emily Thompson took from her a brush about two fingers long, jade-green and white in color, the material somewhat like jade, with some kind of animal hair at the tip—this must be a toothbrush. On the toothbrush was a white paste with a fresh scent.

The way to use this thing should be no different from a modern toothbrush. After brushing his teeth, the little maid brought him mouthwash. Once he finished washing up, Emily Thompson sat in front of a bronze mirror, gazing at his reflection.

It was quite a coincidence—two people from different worlds not only had the same name, but even looked exactly alike. This gave Emily Thompson some comfort; even after crossing over, he still had his own handsome and familiar face.

The chubby-cheeked little maid stood behind him, helping him comb his hair. Emily Thompson could do other things himself, but when it came to that long, flowing hair, he really had no idea what to do.

The little maid was very skilled; she quickly styled his hair into a bun and inserted a jade hairpin. Soon, a refined young gentleman appeared before his eyes.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Emily Thompson casually asked, “What time is it now?”

The little maid replied, “Young master, it’s just past noon. Would you like to have lunch now?”

Only then did Emily Thompson realize he’d slept all the way until noon. This made him feel a sense of urgency—his lifespan was already running out, and he’d wasted a whole morning for nothing. He had no intention of staying at home any longer.

Soon, led by Mr. Harris, several servants brought dishes into Emily Thompson’s room. Even though it was just lunch for Emily Thompson alone, there were eight dishes and one soup—four meat, four vegetable, all beautifully presented and delicious. Back in the 21st century, he ate takeout every day and never lived this well…

Emily Thompson looked at Mr. Harris and asked, “Has Mr. Harris eaten yet? Come, sit and eat with me.”

Mr. Harris replied with a smile, “Thank you, young master, but this old servant has already eaten.”

There was no time to waste. Emily Thompson said no more, picked up his chopsticks, and quickly finished his lunch. He wiped his mouth with the handkerchief the little maid handed him and said, “Tell the kitchen not to make so many dishes in the future. If it’s just me, two dishes are enough. Also, the young madam’s purse was left in my room—return it to her later…”

After arranging these things, he finally said to Mr. Harris, “Let’s go, we’re heading out.”

Mr. Harris was taken aback. “Going out again? Where to?”

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