Lily's hand was still trembling slightly as she carefully reached toward the back of Olivia Miller's head.

When she touched a large bump, she couldn't hold back any longer, and tears streamed down her face.

"Young master... sob... it's all Lily's fault, I shouldn't have left your side..."

Olivia Miller only felt as if it were raining; he patted Lily's back and said, "I'm fine, but I can't remember—who hit me?"

"Those bad people..." Lily sobbed.

"But who was it?" Olivia Miller asked in confusion.

Blade pushed the door open and came in.

Seeing Lily hugging Olivia Miller and crying so hard, Blade was startled, rushed over in a few steps, and wrapped her arms around Lily, asking, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Lily, sobbing, began to pour out her story: "Yesterday, the second lady of the West Residence called for me, so I took the young master over. When we got there, the cousin said he would take care of the young master... but... sob sob... but when I came back, only the young master was sleeping alone in the garden, while the cousin and a group of friends were having a gathering. I don't know which one of those people was so heartless... took this stick... took this stick and hit our young master..."

Blade was also shocked and, hugging Lily, burst into tears with her.

The room was soon filled with the sound of weeping.

Olivia Miller, however, more or less understood the situation.

He had woken up yesterday in a garden, his head aching terribly, and when he saw the rolling pin on the ground, he had a strange feeling—just one look, and he knew he had been killed by that stick.

Then the ancient girl named Lily had led him by the hand, through winding paths and pavilions... After a night of mental adjustment, he had accepted the reality before him.

Now, seeing that Lily had no intention of reporting to the head of the family, it was clear that this third young master really had no status at home. Olivia Miller couldn't help but think of a line from "Game of Thrones": hmm, in a father's eyes, a fool might be even less than a bastard.

In short, for now, it was best not to reveal the big secret that 'the current me is not a fool.' The most urgent thing was to find out who the murderer was that killed him with a single blow.

Oh, and maybe get some money to redeem the jade pendant.

At present, the biggest suspect was probably this 'cousin.'

So Olivia Miller asked Lily, "The one who hit me, was it the cousin?"

Lily cried, "How could the cousin hit you, young master? It must have been one of his friends..."

She had wanted to say 'someone was heartless,' but she didn't want her young master to face the ugliness of the world, so she wiped her tears and said, "Maybe someone among them was just playing a joke and lost control."

Olivia Miller was a bit speechless.

A joke? That guy actually killed me.

But he couldn't very well say outright that he had already been killed.

The young man sighed inwardly—he'd been clubbed over the head the day before, and slapped today; he really was easy to bully. A gentleman takes his revenge, even if it takes ten years.

"What friends does the cousin have?" he asked.

Lily, though feeling wronged, still held Olivia Miller's hands and said, "How can you call him 'cousin'? He's your older male cousin."

Fine.

"What friends does my cousin have?"

Lily shook her head. "How would Lily know those people? Let's not play with them anymore, okay?"

Olivia Miller puffed out his cheeks, but still replied, "Oh."

In this world, if someone wants to kill you, it's not something you can solve just by not playing with them.

But the girl in front of him was just a very caring but clueless young lady, so Olivia Miller reached out to wipe the tears from her face and said softly, "Lily, don't cry, I'm fine."

"Lily isn't crying, there's just sand in my eyes."

As if afraid Olivia Miller wouldn't believe her, she added softly, "Young master, can you blow it out for Lily?"

"Oh."

Olivia Miller thought this kind of childish conversation was silly, but he still helplessly blew a breath into Lily's eyes.

He saw the girl's eyes glistening with tears.

He could see the genuine care and affection in them...

"Should we return this rolling pin?" Olivia Miller waved the stick in his hand and asked.

He thought it was a kind of dark humor—like holding the murderer's fruit knife and asking, "Do you want me to peel you a pear?"

"Young master, you're being silly again. We should keep it for making noodles."

Lily said as she patted his head, her tone like that of a—kindergarten teacher.

And that was all Olivia Miller could find out from Lily about the matter; from here on, he would have to investigate bit by bit himself.

First, he needed to get to know this unfamiliar environment...

In this era, the nights had no neon lights or bustling city scenes. The three of them sat around a table lit by candlelight, Blade doing some embroidery, Lily holding a book and reading to Olivia Miller.

Olivia Miller, listening to the half-understood classical Chinese, realized that although Lily always said 'young master is being silly again,' she didn't really think of him as a fool.

She was reading the "Zuo Zhuan," but she herself only knew how to read the characters, and her pauses were all over the place.

Olivia Miller found it amusing, but then thought of a very important question and asked, "Which dynasty are we in?"

"Young master, you've forgotten again. Our country's name is 'Chu.'"

The State of Chu?