"What's wrong, did Little Brother say something incorrect?" I sized up the guy and gave a cold smile. What, does he really think the Grant family has no one to stand up? Maybe, in my mother's eyes, it's all for my future, for the sake of saving face, so she has to swallow her pride. But does it work? For some people, doing this will never earn you the respect you deserve. Since that's the case, might as well just tear off the pretense and do what needs to be done. For people who look down on others like this, I really don't have the time or energy to bother with fake pleasantries.

"...William Grant, heh, since you put it that way, then Mr. Foster won't be polite with you. Back then, your father and mine agreed to betroth my Little Sister to you, which should have been a good thing. But who would have thought, after your father's death, you and your mother couldn't even stay in your own residence..."

"So you want to break off the engagement, is that it?" I rolled my eyes and impatiently cut off his endless rambling. "Little Brother is still not fully recovered, can't sit for long, so just get to the point. Nod if yes, shake your head if no, no need to keep twisting your words."

"You!" David Foster was so choked up he couldn't get a word out for a long time, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"I say, Elder Brother, was I not clear enough?" I took another big gulp of tea, smacked my lips—hmm, a bit too much ginger, it burned my mouth a little. Looks like this kind of tea is only good for sipping, not for gulping down.

"If it weren't for the fact that our two families have been close for generations, I wouldn't have come here to say these things to you today." David Foster finally managed to squeeze out this sentence after a long struggle.

I didn't expect that after hearing what I said, David Foster would actually back down. Or rather, it's not that he backed down, but that he wants to break off the engagement while still saving face, or even try to take the moral high ground. The type who wants to play the whore and still set up a memorial arch.

"Actually, it should be said, if it weren't for the engagement between your Little Sister and Little Brother, would you even care who Little Brother is? Right?" Well, since this brother is so thick-skinned, it actually makes me a bit more interested. Hmm, being able to watch such a shameless scoundrel make a fool of himself is also a kind of experience, isn't it?

Chapter Two: The Upright Gentleman Who Values Integrity More Than Chastity

"Don't push me too far!" David Foster's face had turned a deep purplish red, looking both furious and humiliated, glaring at me as if he wanted to eat me alive. However, standing behind me, Benjamin Lincoln quietly took half a step forward, hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his muscles tensed with explosive power. That young face carried a chilling coldness, just like the sword sheathed at his side.

Seeing Benjamin Lincoln's movement behind me, David Foster's step forward involuntarily faltered. His face grew even uglier. "William Grant, how dare you insult me?!"

"Little Brother doesn't have time for that. Perhaps Elder Brother doesn't know, but in my life, I like to be straightforward in both words and actions, and what I hate most are those who have already lost all integrity but still try to cover their shame with a fig leaf." I sneered through gritted teeth. So what if you're the son of the Minister of War? I really don't believe it—if you've got the guts, come bite me! Let's see if my loyal servant doesn't beat you so hard you lose all your teeth. As for me, of course I'll just stand by and watch. After all, I'm a cultured person, can't ruin my image as a refined gentleman of ancient times and a model youth of the 21st century.

David Foster's face looked like a sweet potato dropped into a dye vat—not only twisted and ugly, but also red turning purple, then green, his resentful gaze fixed on my face. He laughed in anger: "Fine, fine, fine, what a William Grant, daring to be so arrogant. Let me tell you, Someone came here today, first to check on your illness, and second, to see whether you are still qualified to be my family's Little Sister's husband. I didn't expect that, even in your current predicament, your temper has only grown. Since that's the case, Someone will be sure to report everything I've seen and heard today to my father." With a dramatic wave of his sleeve, David Foster threw down these harsh words and strode off, though his steps seemed a bit flustered.

Watching his furious and defeated back, I couldn't be more pleased. Damn it, since your The Foster Family is already thinking of breaking off the engagement, don't blame me for being rude. This is just the beginning—wait and see. Although I am a gentleman who values integrity even more than chastity, that doesn't mean I'll repay evil with good. Repaying evil with honesty is more like it.

Isn't it just because your father became Minister of War? What's there to be arrogant about? With a Brother like you, if you want me to marry your Little Sister, I'd have to consider whether your family is going to pay me a few million coins as a bride price, and whether your Little Sister is as beautiful as the fairy Chang'e. Otherwise, just get lost.

Anyway, in a couple of years, forget about being Minister of War—even if you're Prime Minister, you'll be chased by those rebels like a stray dog in this chaotic world, probably won't even keep your life. What am I afraid of?!

"Brother, what are you... Sigh, didn't Little Sister just say it earlier? Why are you still like this?" At this moment, Little Sister entered the front hall, glaring at me with a look of anxious frustration.