“...Tiger, tiger-backed and bear-waisted?” Abraham Lincoln’s mouth hung open for a long time before he managed to close it, his eyes bulging into bizarre geometric shapes as he stared at his own third brother’s scrawny, stick-thin frame that looked like it could be blown away by a gust of wind. Even Robert Lincoln wore a look of shock and uncertainty, glancing at his own body, then at me, his mouth opening and closing for ages without even managing a fart. Damn!

Damn it, I slipped up again. But really, “tiger-backed and bear-waisted” is just too perfect a phrase to describe a valiant general. Hmph, I ignored Abraham Lincoln, that nosy, sunny guy, wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, and knew I had to divert everyone’s attention first. “So it’s virtuous brother Xuanba. I wonder, is virtuous brother Yuanji here as well?”

“...” Once again, the people around fell into dead silence. The The Lincoln Brothers all looked dumbfounded, and even the always elegant and poised Mrs. LincolnThe Harris Family stared at me blankly. What, has my gentlemanly, graceful demeanor left this bunch of country bumpkins completely dazed?

Glancing over, I saw my little sister raise her hand to cover her face. Hmm, she looked a bit shy. What’s there to be shy about? Is it wrong for your brother to greet Fourth Lincoln?

But everyone’s expressions were just too strange. Could it be that Fourth LincolnJames Lincoln only exists in historical legend? Or have I traveled to some alternate timeline?

While I was still utterly confused, Abraham Lincoln coughed several times like a tuberculosis patient before letting out a deep sigh: “It seems, brother, your amnesia is indeed real...”

He pointed behind him. “My fourth brother is still very young, playing over there. How about I call him over to meet you?”

Following Abraham Lincoln’s finger, my eyes widened. I saw—a chubby little boy with two pigtails sticking up from his head, an innocent, fearless grin, drooling and snotty, playing on the grass with another kid his age, both wielding little wooden sticks they’d picked up from who-knows-where, making sword-fighting noises... It was just too much for my worldview to handle, blindingly shocking.

Seeing the naive, lively, childishly chubby James Lincoln, I felt like I was looking at my own carefree childhood, when even snot bubbles could be a source of fun.

It was as if a jolt of electricity shot from my forehead down my spine, making the muscles on my back twitch. Damn, is this really the same James Lincoln who, in movies and TV dramas, is always portrayed as a burly, middle-aged man with a face full of stubble, a lecherous grin, clutching a pretty girl and groping her with greasy hands, at least forty or fifty years old? The contrast is just too damn much!

“...Um, Abraham, William has just recovered from a serious illness and is probably still weak. Why don’t you go invite William to sit down? Emily, you stay here. I have something to ask you.” In the end, the older the wiser. The Harris Family wiped the sweat from her brow and was the first to make a decision. In the smile she gave me, there was now a hint of worry and speechlessness...

And so, my sister and I were forced to part ways, and I left the women’s section with the The Lincoln Brothers. My sister was detained by The Harris Family, who clearly intended to have a deep mother-in-law-to-be chat with her.

It was obvious that Mrs. LincolnThe Harris Family was very fond of my sister. We’d barely walked a few steps before I heard the two of them whispering.

“...He just forgets things sometimes, can’t remember a lot from the past.”

“Will your brother have any aftereffects?”

“Probably not. My brother’s handwriting is much better than before now...”

Hmm, as expected, The Harris Family is a woman after all. Gossip knows no bounds of beauty or age.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation and followed the three brothers as we strolled through the streets, greeting the young noble sons. It was clear that these young nobles were much more casual when greeting me than when talking to Abraham Lincoln. But I didn’t mind. After all, Abraham Lincoln’s father is a grand duke and even related to the current emperor Yang Guang. And who am I, really?

But that’s just human nature. When your father’s dead and you have no power or influence, do you really expect these highborn kids to fawn over you?

Anyway, no matter what, when the Tang dynasty comes, all these guys will just be extras trampled underfoot by me, the number one big shot of the Zhenguan era. Let them enjoy their glory for a few more years.

As we passed a mat full of young maidens, Abraham Lincoln nudged me with his elbow and whispered mischievously in my ear, “William brother, that’s your future wife over there. Aren’t you going to say hello?”

“Who?” I was taken aback, turned my head, and saw John Lincoln step forward to greet Elder Mrs. Lincoln and Second Lady. Following Abraham Lincoln’s gaze, I saw a beautiful young lady dressed in a pale yellow, flower-embroidered gown.