Nodding with great momentum, I waved my hand to let him go. I only remember the chaotic scene at the beginning of yesterday, and I never expected that I would shamelessly snatch the drummer’s job from the The Clark Family band—so embarrassing. Edward Lincoln is at least a prince, if nothing else, at least a refined man. How did he end up acting like a circus monkey with me yesterday, making a scene together, not even trying to talk me out of it? While he’s not here yet, I’ll thoroughly despise him.

“Chris, you’ve truly captivated your brother…” A voice as raspy as a drake’s dares to call himself “brother”? Who’s so blind—just as I was fuming with nowhere to vent, I raised the teapot in my hand…

Chapter 10: No Going Home Until Drunk…

Handsome Lincoln appeared at the doorway, his mouth still producing a voice rivaling a drake’s: “Dear brother… your brother is truly, truly impressed by you… quack quack ha ha…” He pointed at me, laughing and shaking his head nonstop. Has this guy gone mad?

Little Loli poked her head out from behind Handsome Lincoln, her beautiful, watery eyes fixed on me, filled with surprise—nothing but surprise—and was that a hint of admiration? That’s rare. Being admired by a princess-level beauty, there can’t be many men who get to enjoy this, wahahaha…

Apparently noticing my expression, Edward Lincoln helplessly pointed at his own throat and gave a bitter smile: “Last night, I shouted along with you all night, my throat… haha.”

I pointed at my own throat, opened my mouth, and winked. Edward Lincoln nodded in understanding: “No need for you to speak, just listen to your brother. Yesterday you really stole the show—not just the whole back hall, even the old folks in the front hall…” He glanced at the still bowing and scraping Butler Clark, and finally didn’t say the last word: “…mm, the elders were all alarmed.”

Edward Lincoln described the grand scene of yesterday from start to finish. At first, it was just us spoiled brats howling excitedly, but with such a ruckus, it was impossible not to alert the senior military officers in the front hall, who were drinking, boxing, and practicing swordplay. Because the song was so manly and wild, even those old men—who kill without blinking, talk about wiping out entire families, and use severed heads as wine jugs—got their blood boiling and bravely, righteously joined in. So, the entire Duke Lu’s mansion was bombarded by terrifying sound waves all night long. By today, none of the elite young or old who joined the chorus could speak normally. As the lead singer and dancer, I received unanimous praise from all the rascals, young and old, and was elected best singer, best performance, best lyricist, best composer, and so on for last night’s concert… In short, I swept all the awards.

I was dumbfounded—how could things end up like this? As for the consequences… I really can’t say if it’s good or bad. I’ll have to go home and see if Old Master Brooks’s expression is ferocious, and whether the cleaver will fall on my neck to know for sure.

“Young Brooks… that Chris Brooks… you passed last night, so this is for you.” Emily Lincoln took off the filigree bird-song gold incense ball from her belt—the one used as a prize last night.

I shook my head. I was forced onto the stage yesterday, and besides, what’s the point of a man wearing such a girly thing on his belt?

“Hmph… you think I’ll go back on my word?” This girl Emily Lincoln glared, walked straight over, and before I could refuse, tied it to my waist herself. A faint floral fragrance wafted into my mind. I could see the fine hair falling from her perfectly combed sideburns… so soft… under her fair skin, so fresh and striking.

…

“Remember, this is something my father the emperor gave me and I like it. You’re not allowed to break it, not allowed to lose it, you must carry it at all times, keep it clean, don’t let the spices get caked up. If you do… hmph… you’ll see what happens!” After tying the incense ball, Little Loli pressed her forehead against mine and bared her teeth at me. Damn, since it’s a prize, it’s now my personal belonging. I’ll do whatever I want with it—what right does this little girl have to boss me around?

A hoarse throat doesn’t mean I can’t fight back. I glared fiercely at Little Girl.

At first, Emily Lincoln met my gaze without fear, but soon, forced back by my fierce look, she actually blushed. Her cloud-like hair half-up, half-down, her fair little face dusted with pastel, and those slightly angry eyes: “…What are you looking at, you shameless scoundrel.” I am shameless, so I kept staring—let’s see if you, Little Loli, are tougher, or if I, the evil uncle who specializes in subduing Little Loli, am tougher…

In the end, Little Girl couldn’t take it and darted behind Edward Lincoln: “Third brother, he’s bullying me, help me beat him up.” Cheeks flushed and fuming, Emily Lincoln stomped her feet behind Edward Lincoln, but just wouldn’t look at me, with my righteous face and hair standing up like a rooster’s comb.

“That won’t do, third brother only helps reason, not relatives, hehehe…” Edward Lincoln laughed while staring at me with a strange look that made me break out in a cold sweat. I quickly grinned in silent apology—must have been too careless just now and let Edward Lincoln see my evil uncle side. I need to correct myself and be more discreet next time.