That is indeed the truth—anyone who travels to a strange world would be troubled, since everything is no longer as familiar as before. Of course, there are also some transmigrators who, after arriving in a past historical era, will either throw their heads back and laugh three times or burst into tears of joy. Such people are usually the carefree, single-minded types, certainly not the kind of elite who, like me, prefer to act with careful consideration.

　　"Alright, as your elder brother, I won't argue with you. Hmm, this is indeed a big matter. Let me ask you, when we left home to come live at our uncle's house, did we really not bring anything with us?" I leaned in close to Emily, asking in a low voice.

　　"Well..." Emily adorably furrowed her brows, her little mouth pouting slightly. After thinking for a while, Emily hesitantly shook her head: "It's been quite a while, and I think when uncle came to fetch our family, we only brought some personal belongings. As for anything else, I really don't know. If mother had brought extra money or silk, she would surely use it to help out uncle's household expenses."

　　"That's true." I nodded helplessly. With mother's personality, she would definitely hand over any money or silk, since the three of us, along with several servants, are all living off uncle's household.

　　"Looks like uncle isn't having an easy time either." My gaze fell outside the door, where the wall, once whitewashed, was now covered in green moss, and many of the bluish-gray tiles atop the wall were already broken. In front of the house, except for a winding stone path leading to the courtyard gate, the rest of the yard was overgrown with lush grass, with a few wildflowers swaying here and there. Near the wall stood a rare cluster of green bamboo, its emerald leaves unfurling, making for a beautiful scene. But compared to the pavilions and towers depicted in movies and TV shows, it all seemed desolate—perfect for filming a ghost story like "A Chinese Ghost Story."

　　Out in the corridor sat a burly, imposing man cross-legged, but with a young face. Whenever he turned to look inside, he always wore a simple, honest smile.

　　His name was Benjamin Lincoln, the eldest son of the head steward who had come with the mother and son of Changsun Wuji to uncle's house. His father, Matthew Lincoln, had originally been Changsun's father's most loyal and capable personal guard. During a battle, in order to protect Changsun's father, he lost his right arm at the elbow. After that, Changsun's father never let Matthew Lincoln go to war again, and this loyal guard who had risked his life to save his master eventually became the head steward of the Changsun family.

　　When our mother and son left home in anger, Matthew Lincoln also brought his wife and son to follow us. Such loyalty, after seeing so much indifference in the world as a transmigrator, truly made me marvel and admire how much the ancients valued promises and virtue.

　　Benjamin Lincoln is only three years older than me, not yet nineteen, but his physique is already almost equal to his father's. According to Little Sister, Benjamin Lincoln is so strong he could wrestle a bull to the ground. Hearing this, I couldn't help but click my tongue in amazement. Then I looked at my own slender frame, touched my delicate, smooth face—hmm, people really can't be compared to one another...

　　Also, his name sounded very familiar to me as a transmigrator, giving me a sense of intimacy, but for the moment I couldn't recall why.

　　"Young master, young master." Just as I was rubbing my smooth chin, pondering why Benjamin Lincoln's name sounded so familiar, I saw a servant hurrying over, shouting as he ran.

　　"Brother George, what do you need with the young master?" Benjamin Lincoln, who was sitting cross-legged in the corridor by the door, stood up, his imposing figure nearly blocking the entire entrance.

　　"Little Lincoln, David Foster Mr. Foster has come to visit the young master and is now waiting in the front hall," Brother George said respectfully, stopping at the steps.

　　"David Foster?" The name left me bewildered. Well, what can I do? I'm a transmigrator, and after Changsun Wuji was transmigrated, he didn't leave me any memory fragments to fill in the gaps.

　　"...Why is he here?" Little Sister beside me looked surprised, making me even more curious. I couldn't help but look at Little Sister. "Little Sister, who is this guy?" I asked in a voice so low that only Little Sister and I could hear.

　　"Brother, he is the elder brother of your fiancée Mary Foster, which makes him your future brother-in-law." Little Sister said with a hint of hesitation. "His father is the current Minister of War and Lord of Longgang County, Charles Foster."

　　"What? My fiancée?" I was dumbfounded, pointing at my own nose in disbelief. "Are you sure?" A fiancée—before transmigrating, I had nothing, but after transmigrating, it seems I suddenly have everything?

　　"Of course. This engagement was arranged by father when you were four years old," Little Sister said, raising her hand to her forehead in exasperation.

　　"I see." So not only Little Sister, but even I had been betrothed by that eccentric father. But now was not the time to think about this. Curious about David Foster's purpose, I followed as George led the way. We had barely taken a few steps when I heard Little Sister call out to me in a worried whisper.