Brian Thompson was lost in thought for half the night before finally drifting off to sleep. At dawn, Anna and Emma woke him up and helped him get out of bed. Yesterday, when the two girls learned that their prince was going back to elementary school, both had expressions of wanting to laugh but not daring to. Seeing even his own maids with such looks, William Thompson could only imagine what others thought of him. The little dignity he had as Prince Liang was probably completely gone after this blow.

Still half-asleep, he was dressed and washed by his attendants, ate some unknown breakfast, and was then stuffed into a carriage and taken to the palace. On the way, Peter Thompson napped on someone’s lap. He was becoming more and more accustomed to this decadent lifestyle, with people waiting on him for everything, occasionally teasing the two pretty girls by his side, sometimes giving the kitchen tips on making delicious food, and generally spending his days eating, drinking, playing, and goofing around. Paul Thompson had never been someone with lofty ideals; eating, drinking, and having fun were his favorite things. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary man without the means for such pleasures. Now, as a prince with no desire to fight for the exhausting throne, he figured he could finally spend his remaining years doing what he liked.

The elementary school was located in the Eastern Palace on the east side of Taiji Palace. The Eastern Palace was the residence of Crown Prince Benjamin Thompson, but it also housed a very important place: the Chongwen Hall, which was the aristocratic school of the Tang dynasty. Many descendants of the royal family, dukes, or ministers studied here, and princes were no exception. The elementary school was right next to Chongwen Hall, separated only by a courtyard wall.

“Sixth Brother! Sixth Brother!” As soon as Frank Thompson arrived, he heard someone calling him. He was the sixth among the princes, so some people habitually called him Sixth Brother. Mark Thompson turned around and saw someone running from the entrance of Chongwen Hall. This person was about his age, dressed in luxurious brocade, handsome but a bit short. Compared to Charles Thompson, he was shorter, but since they were both still young, there was room to grow.

“Sixth Brother, we’ve been waiting for you for ages! Why are you so late?” The short, handsome guy ran over and punched David Thompson lightly, then immediately started complaining.

“Uh, I got up late today.” George Thompson scratched his head awkwardly, feeling a sense of familiarity—this was just how brothers greeted each other in his previous life. But Louis Thompson, not knowing who this was, could only say helplessly, “What should I call you, brother? You know I hurt my head and don’t recognize anyone now.” As he spoke, Eric Thompson put on a pitiful expression, looking very resigned. This person was probably Philip Thompson, judging by his casual manner, likely one of Brian Thompson’s old troublemaking friends.

“Damn! You really lost your memory? I thought it was just a rumor!” The short, handsome guy looked Mark Thompson up and down in disbelief, then his face darkened and he said fiercely, “Matthew Clark that bastard was too rough. We brothers will definitely help you get even with him when we get the chance!”

“Uh?” Harvey Thompson hadn’t expected this little guy to be so bold. He had asked around about Matthew Clark, curious about the one who injured him. It was said that Matthew Clark and his father Andrew Clark were both over 1.9 meters tall, built like bears. With the short stature of the guy in front of him, even if Matthew Clark let him use both hands and feet, he could probably crush him with his weight alone. Yet, seeing the genuine anger in his eyes when he talked about getting even, Harvey Thompson couldn’t help but admire his courage.

Louis Thompson had no choice but to ask the short, handsome guy to introduce himself again, since after all this time, Charles Thompson still didn’t know who he was. It turned out his name was Edward Thompson, son of Prince Hejian, James Thompson. James Thompson was a cousin of Abraham Lincoln; their great-grandfathers were brothers, so they were fairly close relatives. At the beginning of the Zhenguan era, Abraham Lincoln downgraded the titles of the royal clan from prince to duke, but a few, like James Thompson, kept their princely titles due to their merits.

Speaking of James Thompson, he was quite a figure—he single-handedly pacified almost all of southern Great Tang. If Abraham Lincoln helped his father George Washington conquer half the empire, then most of the other half was won by James Thompson. He was a war hero. But after the country was unified, the Prince of Hejian became very low-key, spending his days at home enjoying music and beauties, never commenting on court affairs.

Edward Thompson was James Thompson’s youngest son and the legitimate child of his main wife, but with two older legitimate brothers, the princely title would never be his. He spent his days in Chang’an with a gang of unruly servants, one of the city’s notorious playboys, just like Patrick Thompson. As the youngest, he was spoiled by his parents, and with his father and brothers always covering for him, he developed a reckless personality. Maybe it was birds of a feather; Edward Thompson and George Thompson were close friends, the kind who would fight and get into trouble together. That’s why Edward Thompson was so furious when he saw Edward Thompson’s injury.