He touched his own delicate, tender face. Surrounded by his personal attendants and guards, William Grant left the Gao residence.

……

Sitting in the carriage, William Grant looked around at the bustling, lively city of Dongjing Bianliang, when suddenly his eyes widened.

Outside the carriage, several Gao family servants noticed their young master staring intently at something, and immediately turned their heads in unison to look.

They saw a tall, graceful, stunningly beautiful woman, her features as if painted.

She was being supported by a young maid as she walked gracefully along the street.

Looking back at their young master, whose eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets, the Gao family servants exchanged glances with strange expressions.

One of them glanced at the alluring woman, who looked to be at least in her twenties, then at their young master, who was probably not even half her age.

“Hiss… Who would have thought, the young master at such a young age already has this kind of taste…”

“Shut up! The young master’s preferences are not for the likes of us to comment on.”

Yvonne Foster scolded in a low, fierce voice, thoughtfully signaling the other attendants and guards not to crowd too close and interfere with the young master’s performance.

After all, the young master was still young and probably didn’t really understand what it meant to bully men and women; maybe this was just practice for him.

At this moment, William Grant had eyes only for the woman being supported by the maid.

She looked so much like her—really, just too much, especially that smile, those brows and eyes, her manner.

Except for the clothes and hairstyle, she was almost identical to his second aunt’s little cousin.

Could it be that the little cousin who used to fight with him over video games and pull his hair as a child, and continued their love-hate relationship as they grew up, had also transmigrated?

“Stop the carriage!” William Grant slapped the carriage wall. As soon as it stopped, he impatiently jumped out.

Then he carefully followed after them.

He still wasn’t sure if the woman ahead was really his second aunt’s little cousin…

After all, the odds of transmigrating were already low, and for relatives to transmigrate to the same era—

That chance was probably even lower than the Chinese team winning the World Cup.

Besides, before he transmigrated—when his kidneys hurt and he blacked out—he hadn’t heard any bad news about his cousin, who also worked in a government job.

Full of suspicion, William Grant tailed them, noticing that the woman who looked like his cousin and the maid had already looked back several times.

Just as William Grant was hesitating about whether to call out and test her true identity—

He saw the obviously underdeveloped, pretty maid puff out her cheeks, turn around, and walk toward him.

She stretched out her hands, blocking his way.

“Stop right there! Where did this brat come from, acting like a little lecher at such a young age…”

Seeing this feisty little maid, William Grant couldn’t help but laugh.

“Who are you calling a brat? Did your family build this road? If you can walk here, why can’t I?”

Three soul-piercing questions in a row left the little maid dumbfounded on the spot.

William Grant was about to go around this unknown side character and personally test the woman himself.

He had just managed a smile and was about to start a conversation when he felt his sleeve tighten—the maid had grabbed it.

“You’re pretty bold! Do you know my master is the mighty instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards?”

“Instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards?!”

William Grant was instantly stunned. Wait a minute, his mind was a mess—he needed to sort this out.

Instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards—that was Lin Chong’s position in Water Margin, wasn’t it?

Gao Yanei did harass Lin Chong’s wife in Water Margin, but weren’t all the big bosses of Liangshan Marsh already long dead?

Chapter 7: Who is this Lin Chong? How dare he covet my position as instructor, Lu Qian

Just as William Grant stood there, mind in chaos and unable to speak—

The little maid had already hurried to the woman’s side, and the two of them, looking a bit flustered, quickened their pace.

Because they had seen that behind William Grant was a group of fierce-looking servants—definitely not good people.

By the time William Grant snapped out of it after a few moments, his cousin had already walked quite a distance. Anxious, he hurried to catch up.

It’s not like I’m trying to harass you—I just want to ask if you’re my second aunt’s little cousin.

After all, he’d become so fair and handsome that it was normal if she didn’t recognize him.

He hadn’t gone far when the mistress and maid had already reached the steps of a house by the roadside, knocking on the door and calling out to someone inside.

Then, William Grant saw a tall, sturdy man with three long whiskers rush out from the house.

Under the maid’s direction, the man’s eyes flashed fiercely as he rolled up his sleeves and charged straight at William Grant.

Before the man arrived, his voice did: “Where did this little thief come from? What crime is it to harass a good woman?”

In a flash, Yvonne Foster, who had been following behind, rushed forward with a look of absolute loyalty, spreading his arms to block in front of William Grant.

“Who are you, daring to lay a hand on our young master?”

Hearing this, the sturdy man’s fierce charge suddenly slowed, though his steps eased, his voice remained intimidating.