In the midst of being upright and crooked, Edward Lincoln slapped me on the shoulder: “Get up there! Are you waiting for your mom to drag us back again?” The demeanor—Handsome Lincoln’s originally gentle and modest temperament was gone, replaced by the perfect airs of a spoiled young master.

“Oh…” I responded, scrambling up onto the carriage with both hands and feet, diving inside. Before I could even sit steady, I heard that pretty little loli exclaim: “How dare you!” Her voice was crisp and clear…

Chapter 3: Am I a Colombian Butterfly?

“Huh?” Damn, why is it that today I seem to have regressed to childhood? From start to finish, I’ve only been able to reply with single words.

“You’re crushing my new dress, you brat from the Fang family.” The little loli looked at me with her chin raised high, her tone arrogant and her gaze full of contempt. Was that really necessary? It made me look at her clothes—a tender goose-yellow silk blouse, making her skin look like creamy jade nestled in whipped cream.

“Sorry, little sister, I didn’t mean to.” I flashed my two front teeth at the little loli to show my kindness. At this moment, Edward Lincoln, after instructing the coachman, also climbed into the carriage, catching sight of the little loli glaring at me with wide, hateful eyes.

“What’s wrong, Shumei?” He plopped down as the coachman cracked the whip, and the carriage began to sway and move forward.

“He crushed my new skirt. And… and he called me little sister, so rude.” The little loli pointed at a spot probably no bigger than a square centimeter, glaring at me furiously, her expression a bit ferocious.

“I already apologized… little sister.” I’m kind, but that doesn’t mean I’m weak. I’m ugly, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be gentle. Can your eyes be bigger than mine? I glared back, gritting my teeth and exhaling as I spoke.

“Huh?!” Now it was Edward Lincoln’s turn to act like a child? He raised his orchid fingers and pointed at me, but couldn’t get a word out for a long time.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” The scar on my forehead still hadn’t healed, but it’s not enough for you to look at me like that, is it? Are you jealous that I’m uglier than you?

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing. Shumei, Brother Chris didn’t do it on purpose.” Edward Lincoln seemed unwilling to let me get stuck on this topic, so he tried to comfort the little loli.

“Hmph… him?” The little loli’s chin was about to poke a hole through the carriage roof.

Along the way, I finally understood why Edward Lincoln praised me for being clever. A few days ago, at a gambling party at the home of another spoiled rich kid, William Clark, Edward Lincoln lost all his money, and his close buddy Chris Brooks naturally didn’t escape unscathed. The two of them, tails between their legs, fled the den of what was probably a gathering of card sharks, and in their misery, swore that unless William Clark grew a conscience and returned their principal, they would never set foot in Clark’s house again.

After complaining on the road, I remembered I hadn’t slept all night, hadn’t had a drop of water, was exhausted and hungry, and had been gambling all night with bloodshot eyes. William Clark was also afraid his father would come with a big axe to bust up the place, so he sent everyone away, even the servants who served tea and water. How could we not be hungry? What to do? Chris Brooks, that burly rascal, said, “Let me handle it.” He slipped into the nearby Fang residence, and then Edward Lincoln’s father’s jade ruyi, which had been gifted to Chris Brooks’s father, was pawned by this scoundrel, and they found a fancy restaurant to feast and drink.

On the way, Edward Lincoln was still a bit worried, but Chris Brooks didn’t care at all, slapping his chest: “Who’s afraid of whom? If my old man dares to hit me, I’ll just pretend to be knocked silly, and my mom will naturally come to protect me…”

Damn it, ancestors, where’s the Buddha? I want… I want to file a complaint. How did I reincarnate into such a silly kid? Too scary… such a fierce little fool.

“…Sigh, I just didn’t expect that Prime Minister Fang could be so ruthless, causing Chris… Eh, why do you look a bit green…” After recounting the exploits of the second young master of the Fang family, Edward Lincoln looked up and was startled by my expression.

I swallowed hard. “It’s nothing, Father’s slap really is something else… it actually made me forget everything that happened before…” I didn’t dare tell Handsome Lincoln the truth.

The little loli laughed at me from start to finish without a shred of sympathy, and then leaned against Edward Lincoln, snarking, “Brother, look, how could the family of our Tang Dynasty’s prime minister produce such a… hehe…”

“Shumei, don’t be rude… Chris, my sister’s just spoiled, she doesn’t know how to be tactful…” Edward Lincoln still had some conscience; he laughed, but still spoke up for his sister in all seriousness. …Shameless Edward Lincoln, I’m ignoring you both.

Less than half a minute into the awkward silence, I suddenly remembered something and grabbed Edward Lincoln, lowering my voice: “For Brother William… I need to ask you something. Among your sisters, is there anyone named Gaoyang? Or a sister with the title Princess Gaoyang…”

Little Emily shot me a sidelong glance, turning her little face away as if she disdained eavesdropping, but her small body leaned hard in this direction, her ears perked up high.

Edward Lincoln stared at me like I was an alien: “Brother Henry…” He reached out to feel my forehead. “No fever?”

“Come on!… For Brother William, my good brother, I’m begging you, tell me, this concerns my very life! As long as For Brother William tells me the truth, I’ll serve you loyally, like a dog at your side.” This is about my little life, it’s a big deal. I called For Brother William as sweet as honey, and Edward Lincoln’s expression twisted, probably wanting to puke. The little loli covered her mouth with her sleeve, giggling on the side, her cheeks flushed red, and the lively sparkle in her eyes made her look even more charming.