At this thought, he suddenly became tense, hurriedly reached down with those “hands that most women can’t compare to,” and checked between his legs. Only after feeling everything was still there did he let out a long sigh of relief and mutter with lingering fear, “Thank goodness I’m not a woman. I’m still a virgin.” His cheeks flushed slightly, and he actually looked a bit embarrassed.

After clarifying this serious issue of whether he was a virgin or not, Ryan Carter visibly relaxed a lot. With a swift kip-up, he jumped off the bed—he hadn’t even taken off his shoes last night and had slept fully clothed.

Outside the door, the sound of heavy breathing could be faintly heard. Ryan Carter knew that after that man left last night, he hadn’t gone far but had stood guard outside all night. Ryan Carter cleared his throat softly, habitually straightened his clothes, tidied his appearance, pushed open the door, and saw the man in front of the door looking back at him.

Even after a sleepless night, this man, built like a black iron tower, was still full of energy, showing not a trace of fatigue.

After a brief silence, Ryan Carter extended an invitation: “Let’s take a walk together…”

The man nodded and stepped aside to make way.

A spring rain had just fallen, making the willow branches tender and dyeing the grass green. The cobblestone path underfoot had been washed clean. If not for the small red puddles by the roadside and the faint scent of blood in the air, it would have been a truly pleasant scene of fresh greenery after the rain.

Ryan Carter couldn’t help but frown. Could it be that even after changing bodies, he still couldn’t escape this bloody atmosphere? He sighed softly and continued walking aimlessly.

Ryan Carter didn’t walk fast, and the giant man following behind showed no impatience. The two, who had fought side by side last night, silently circled the small backyard.

In the end, it was Ryan Carter who couldn’t hold out any longer. He turned around, looked up at the man who was even taller than his original self, and asked seriously, “Are you getting back at me for what happened last night?”

The man was taken aback, clearly unable to recall anything from last night that would require revenge.

Ryan Carter realized he was overthinking it, felt a bit embarrassed, rubbed his cheek and chuckled, then changed the subject, asking, “So what exactly happened yesterday?”

A classic open-ended question, which was a bit difficult for the usually quiet man. He was silent for a while before asking in return, “You don’t remember?”

Ryan Carter was secretly pleased, rolled his eyes, put on a look of deep distress, and nodded, “I haven’t remembered anything since I woke up yesterday.”

If others heard about this, they would either offer some comfort or immediately arrange for a doctor. But it was clear that this black iron tower of a man was not an ordinary person. He just paused, then let out an “Oh,” and in his deep voice recounted last night’s events:

“At the third quarter of the hour of the Rat last night, assassins surrounded the residence. Then another group of men in black arrived and blocked most of the assassins. Seven assassins broke into Your Highness’s room. As soon as you saw them, you fainted, but later you woke up again.”

The answer was dry, but comprehensive and accurate, just like the battle reports Ryan Carter was familiar with, so Ryan Carter quite liked it. “What about our casualties?”

“Very heavy. Two dead, one crippled…”

“Oh…” Ryan Carter nodded, then asked, “Who did it? Any leads?”

The man shook his head, replying gloomily, “No idea. We’re guests here, and our information is too limited.”

The two continued to stroll around the small courtyard. Ryan Carter thought for a while and decided to figure out the situation first, so he rubbed his temples as he walked, muttering to himself, “For some reason, my head hurts badly, and my mind is a mess. I can’t seem to remember anything.”

Eagle Carter didn’t respond.

Ryan Carter had no choice but to continue, “Help me sort out my thoughts, see if I can remember anything.”

The man was silent for a moment, as if weighing the feasibility of this suggestion. He didn’t keep Ryan Carter waiting long before nodding, “Yes.” Only then did he start to believe that His Highness had lost his memory, and he stared wide-eyed at Ryan Carter.

“Let’s start with who I am, where I am, and what dynasty it is now… Don’t look at me like that. Of course I know who I am. There are just some big things I can’t remember. I’m asking you to tell me these things to help jog my memory!” Ryan Carter felt a bit awkward under the stare.

Only then did the man withdraw his slightly sympathetic gaze, thought for a moment, cleared his throat, and slowly said, “Your Highness, you are the fifth prince of the current world’s most powerful nation, Great Qin, of noble status. We are now in Shangjing, the capital of Eastern Qi. The current year is the sixteenth year of Zhaowu.” His voice was deep and full of masculine charm.

Ryan Carter’s mind raced. It seemed there was no such “sixteenth year of Zhaowu” in Chinese history, so he asked, “What countries are there in the world right now?” As for all that stuff about being a noble prince, he didn’t really care. From yesterday until now, he hadn’t even had a single servant—how noble could he be? Not even as good as an average landlord!

“The world is divided into three: our Great Qin, Eastern Qi, and Southern Chu.”

Looks like this isn’t ancient China, but a similar world. Ryan Carter, whose nerves were as thick as steel cables, thought to himself, then blurted out, “Why am I not in Qin, but here?”

“Your Highness, you’ve been a hostage for the country for sixteen years…”

“Hostage? What does that mean? I’m a political hostage? How old am I now?”

“You are sixteen years old this year…”