Grace Miller burst out laughing, humming a little tune as he walked up to the corpse and said:

"Clothes, oh clothes, moving from a dead man to an immortal, you've really been promoted three levels—what an honor; dead man, oh dead man, you must feel wronged to die like this, but I advise you not to complain when you see King Yama. All ten Yama Kings are my little brothers. If they hear you were killed by me, you could have been reincarnated as a pig, but I'm afraid they'll just demote you straight to a cockroach."

As he spoke, his hands were busy too. In no time at all, he stripped Mr. Clark's black clothes and put them on himself, even tying on the black cloak, which fit quite well. Only the helmet he found too ugly, so he didn't wear it.

Charlotte Harris had her back turned the whole time. Only when Grace Miller said "All done" did she turn around, and saw before her a young man in black, with sword-like brows and a high nose, tall and handsome, exuding an extraordinary aura—except his eyes were a bit too shifty, not at all like an immortal.

"Sister Ting, let's set off."

Charlotte Harris gave a soft "mm," lowered her head, and walked ahead. She had originally escaped from the capital, and now, with powerful help at her side and hope for revenge, she headed back toward the capital. Her horse had died of exhaustion halfway, and Mr. Clark's horse, having lost its master, had run off on its own, so the two could only travel on foot.

That day, Charlotte Harris had narrowly escaped death several times. Not long ago, her life had hung by a thread, and now, out of nowhere, she had gained a "Sword Immortal Brother" from the heavens. Her heart was a mix of joy, confusion, excitement, and a hint of doubt. So she just focused on walking, keeping her distance from Grace Miller, not saying a word.

Grace Miller walked alongside, admiring the beauty, thinking, My wife is truly one of a kind in this world and rare even in the heavens. Those celestial maidens may be beautiful, but which of them has her natural shyness and effortless charm?

The two walked in silence for a while before Grace Miller snapped out of it and said:

"Sister Ting, after all this talk, who exactly is our enemy?"

"Huh?" Charlotte Harris's face flushed again. She'd been so preoccupied with thinking about her "Sword Immortal Brother's" magical powers and looks that she'd forgotten the most important thing. "My father's name was Cun..."

"Oh, my father-in-law is called Edward Harris."

Charlotte Harris shot him a glare and continued:

"He was the chief minister of the Ministry of War. Because of the campaign to pacify the northern barbarians, he had a disagreement with the Grand Eunuch Samuel Scott..."

"I get it. Father-in-law must have wanted to send troops to fight, but the corrupt eunuch, having taken bribes, wanted to cede land and make peace."

"No, no, my father was against sending troops."

"Eh, so father-in-law was in the peace faction?"

"Sigh, are you like everyone else in the world, thinking those who advocate peace are traitors and those who want war are heroes?" Charlotte Harris asked softly.

"Me? I'm an immortal, not a commoner. If you want peace, I'll shake your hand; if you want war, I'll just poke you with a finger."

Grace Miller seemed to have no particular stance, but hearing this made Charlotte Harris's heart feel sweet, and she said:

"My father had his reasons for advocating peace. He'd commanded troops on the frontier for many years and was very familiar with military affairs. He knew that to fight the northern barbarians, we would need to stockpile grain and fodder, scout the enemy, and train the troops—it would take at least two or three years of preparation. If we rushed into war now, the northern barbarians, skilled in mounted archery, would flee as soon as our army arrived, and as soon as our troops withdrew, they'd come back to raid the counties. The ones who gained merit would be the generals and ministers, but the ones who suffered, again and again, would always be the border people."

Grace Miller slapped his thigh and said:

"Father-in-law makes sense! The emperor should have listened to him!"

"That's true, but the court was controlled by the Grand Eunuch Samuel Scott. He had a godson named Helen Thompson, the third son of the Imperial Guard's deputy commander Henry Thompson. Helen Thompson had just come of age and wanted to earn merit and get a high post, so he strongly advocated for war, and wanted to start immediately."

"Father-in-law was the chief minister of the Ministry of War and opposed the war, so he offended the Grand Eunuch Samuel Scott and the Imperial Guard's deputy commander Henry Thompson, as well as their son Helen Thompson." Grace Miller summarized.

Charlotte Harris couldn't help but laugh, her sadness easing a little, and said:

"Yes, that's right. Samuel Scott falsely accused my father of colluding with the northern barbarians. The emperor, without distinguishing right from wrong, actually sentenced our whole family to execution. My poor father and two brothers died unjustly by the blade, and our family was branded as traitors throughout the land."

At this point, Charlotte Harris couldn't help but burst into tears. Grace Miller listened, filled with righteous indignation. At first, he just wanted to win the beauty as his wife, but now he felt a real urge to punish evil and uphold justice.

"What a muddle-headed emperor! Isn't this just like Emperor Chongzhen killing Yuan Chonghuan?"

"Emperor Chongzhen? Yuan Chonghuan? Who are they?" Charlotte Harris wiped her tears and asked.

"They are... Wait, what dynasty is it now?"

"What dynasty? For thousands of years, we've only ever had the Great Han Dynasty, no other dynasties." Charlotte Harris said in surprise.

Grace Miller thought to himself how muddled he was, and immediately searched the Sword Immortal's memory bank. It turned out he hadn't fallen into the same world as before, but into another dimension. Although still on Earth, the course of history was completely different from Grace Miller's world. Ever since Liu Bang founded the Han Dynasty, it had continued unbroken—there were no Three Kingdoms, Jin, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, or Qing. Yet legends like "Journey to the West" and "The Legend of Ji Gong" still existed, just with slightly different historical backgrounds.

Thousands of years of history flashed through Grace Miller's mind, but he didn't dwell on it and said:

"I see. Sister Ting, go on—how did you manage to escape?"