“It really is Will, master, Will helped the court recover the tax silver.” Sarah Carter wept with joy.

“Will....” Peter Bennett's eyes grew moist: “My good son.”

The clerk glanced at the excited couple, “It was your nephew Andrew Bennett, he helped the magistrate solve the tax silver case. He just left.”

Chapter 7 This Little Sister Is So Beautiful

“Charles Bennett?” Peter Bennett was stunned.

Sarah Carter still had tears on her face, her joyful expression frozen.

“Two days ago, Andrew Bennett was shouting in the prison that he wanted to see the magistrate, saying he had an important clue to report. After that, the magistrate solved the case. According to the laws of Great Feng, if you perform meritorious service while under punishment, you are naturally cleared.” The clerk said.

“Is... is that so...” Peter Bennett stammered. He had taken Andrew Bennett home and raised him when he was just a little child, so how could he not know what kind of person his nephew was?

Peter Bennett suspected the clerk was lying, but he had no evidence.

So it was that rascal nephew... Sarah Carter's face turned pale.

Wasn’t it supposed to be their son who pulled strings and saved the family? How could it be the unlucky nephew? Wasn’t he in prison?

Full of confusion, Peter Bennett led his wife and daughter out the back door of the yamen and saw Andrew Bennett, who was anxiously waiting at the door, fixing his messy, bird’s nest-like hair.

The moment he saw his nephew, all the doubts buried in his heart suddenly didn’t matter anymore. The man, born a warrior, felt a warm current surge in his heart, his eyes reddened. He strode forward, wanting to give his nephew a hug, but felt it was too sentimental and couldn’t let go of his pride, so he gave him a hard slap on the shoulder: “Charles Bennett, well done.”

He almost slapped Andrew Bennett to death on the spot.

“Second Uncle, you’re at the peak of Qi training, we’re a whole rank apart.” Andrew Bennett said this naturally, not feeling awkward at all.

He was surprised by this sense of harmony. At the same time, he looked past Second Uncle’s shoulder at the three women behind him.

Hey, Aunt, you actually have such a disheveled look today... This thought popped up uncontrollably.

The schadenfreude didn’t last long, as he was soon captivated by his Sister’s looks.

The young girl was wearing a loose prison uniform, messy sideburns hanging beside her classically delicate oval face, a high, straight nose—at first glance, she had a bit of the striking features of a mixed-race beauty.

And at this age, she was at her purest and most beautiful, blending into a charm that made it hard to look away.

Damn, I actually have such a stunningly beautiful Sister. Andrew Bennett was shocked.

In the original host’s memory, his impression of his Sister’s appearance was very vague, probably because he never paid much attention. And because of Aunt, he had a bit of a grudge against her children as well.

He wasn’t very friendly to his cousins.

Sensing her brother’s intense gaze, Lucy Bennett timidly called out, “Big Brother,” lowering her head in slight shyness.

“Big Brother!” Suddenly, there was a loud “yowl.”

Lily Bennett, just a tiny little thing, ran over with quick steps, screeched to a halt in front of Andrew Bennett, and looked up at him expectantly.

Andrew Bennett waved his hand: “No candy for you, I just got out of prison myself.”

It’s worth mentioning, the original host didn’t like his cousins, but he was fairly nice to this Youngest Sister, because at least she didn’t inherit her mother’s looks.

“What’s a prison?”

“It’s the place you’ve been sleeping these past few days.”

“What about the other Brother? Did he bring candy?”

“He didn’t come.”

“Oh.” The little one looked disappointed. The “other Brother” she mentioned was her full brother, William Bennett, but she didn’t yet know the difference between a cousin and a real brother.

This Youngest Sister wasn’t very bright, just a silly little kid—at least, that’s what the original host thought.

Finally, he looked at Aunt Sarah Carter. This woman, who had always lorded it over Andrew Bennett, probably never imagined she’d one day have to lower her voice and thank her unlucky nephew.

The beautiful woman stiffly turned her head away, and said reluctantly, “Th-thank you, Charles Bennett...”

At that moment, a vague memory surfaced in Andrew Bennett’s mind.

Back when Aunt had driven him to the small courtyard next to The Bennett Residence, Andrew Bennett had been furious, swearing to the heavens: I, Andrew Bennett, will make something of myself one day, just you wait!

Thinking back now, it was so embarrassing. Wasn’t that just the Aunt version of “Don’t look down on a poor youth”?

Now, viewing the relationship between the original host and Aunt from a third-person, objective perspective, Andrew Bennett realized it wasn’t entirely the beautiful woman’s fault.

Andrew Bennett practiced martial arts, consuming over a hundred taels of silver a year—equivalent to the savings of an ordinary family for twenty or thirty years, and that’s for a diligent household.

It was no wonder Aunt harbored resentment, so Andrew Bennett sincerely said, “Aunt, don’t rush to thank me. Wait until we’ve had dinner at home, then say it again.”

Sarah Carter immediately widened her big, sparkling eyes and glared angrily at her unlucky nephew.

Peter Bennett felt his scalp tingle and said in a deep voice, “Let’s go home first!”

......

William Bennett staggered back to the The Bennett Residence with a wine jug in hand. The home he’d lived in for nineteen years now had official seals on the door, the place deserted and desolate.

William Bennett kicked open the door, stepped over the threshold, staggered a few steps inside, then turned back to close the door.

Hanging himself wasn’t anything glorious, nor was it the kind of dignity a scholar should have, so he couldn’t attract the attention of the authorities.

He had to save face.