Little Grace was lively and animated, flitting about like a butterfly between the inner room and the outer hall. Sometimes she tidied up the luggage, sometimes she tiptoed out to sneak a peek, checking if the young master was slacking off. Clearly, seeing the young master now teaching and studying again put her in a good mood, but she didn’t dare make a sound, afraid of disturbing Charles Harper, so she moved about on tiptoe.

That night was truly unbearable. Charles Harper wanted to put down his book several times, but seeing the cheerful Little Grace, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. So he read on, not knowing how late it was, until he finally looked up and found the room silent. Charles Harper put down his book, tiptoed over, and lifted the curtain to the inner room, only to see Little Grace already asleep at the table, a faint snore coming from her.

“This girl…” Charles Harper shook his head. But after reading so much, his mind was unsettled, so he decided to go out for a walk and get some fresh air.

Outside, the moonlight was bright and clear. The moon hung like a glowing jade plate, casting a silvery glow over the courtyard. Tree shadows danced, with patches of light peeking through, and a chilly breeze blew, finally calming Charles Harper’s body.

With his hands behind his back, he strolled around the courtyard in high spirits, taking in the scenery by the hazy moonlight. He couldn’t help but think about teaching Miss Bennett to read the next day, feeling both anxious and excited.

Suddenly, not far away, the sound of clashing metal and soft, rapid breathing reached him. Charles Harper grew interested and quickened his pace.

Ahead was an open space—almost like a training ground covered in fine sand. But since The Bennett Family was a family of military merit, it made sense for them to have a training ground in the outer courtyard.

In the training ground, under the moonlight, a woman wielded a sword, her movements wild as a storm. Her dress fluttered with the sword’s motion, as if she were dancing. But the sword flashing through the air was anything but gentle—the blade’s edge gleamed coldly in the moonlight, piercing the air, swift as lightning.

Charles Harper was dumbfounded. He realized his eyes couldn’t even keep up with the speed of the sword. Just how fast was this woman’s swordplay?

This was martial arts… There was actually martial arts in this era!

Charles Harper was shocked once again, but seeing was believing—the woman before him, her face almost a blur from her speed, was indeed using martial arts.

The woman seemed to have noticed Charles Harper. Her movements suddenly paused, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. Then, in a flash, she shot toward him like the wind, the sword tip glinting like a star. In the next instant, the blade was poised steadily at Charles Harper’s throat.

Her voice was cold, with a nasal sharpness as she snapped, “Get lost!”

“So violent! So savage! But this young master specializes in dealing with all kinds of unruly girls!” This thought flashed through Charles Harper’s mind.

By the moonlight, Charles Harper finally saw her face clearly. Jet-black hair fluttered in the breeze, sometimes brushing against her fair, translucent skin, sometimes grazing her slightly upturned, delicate lips. Her narrow nose stood out like snowy peaks, and beneath her willow-leaf brows, her eyes were deep and mysterious. She gripped the sword hilt tightly, the tip unwavering at Charles Harper’s throat, her expression cold and proud, eyes filled with murderous intent.

Are all beauties in the Ming Dynasty this fierce?

But with the sword at his throat, Charles Harper couldn’t help but admire her beauty, even as a chill ran down his back. Yet his expression remained relaxed, and with a reckless look, he said something equally reckless: “I’ve never ‘gotten lost’ before. Why don’t you teach me how, sister?”

“You…” The woman’s brows arched, her chill intensifying.

Charles Harper sighed and said, “Beautiful sister, as a lady, it’s not proper to be so rough. Could you please move your sword away a little?”

Instead, the woman pressed the blade half an inch closer, the tip nearly touching Charles Harper’s skin.

That was her answer!

Charles Harper felt a chill inside, but only pursed his lips lightly, his face still calm and composed.

At last, the woman let out a soft breath, clearly not expecting Charles Harper to be so bold. She asked in a low voice, “Are you the new tutor?”

Charles Harper smiled and said, “Greetings, student at your service.” Greetings, my foot, Charles Harper grumbled inwardly.

The woman curled her lip disdainfully, sheathed her sword, and said coolly, “The Bennett Family isn’t as simple as you think. You’re just a scholar—best not to get involved in this mess.”

With that, she shot Charles Harper a cold smile and drifted away.

“Not simple? My transmigration is already not simple—what could be more complicated than me finding a wife?” Charles Harper yawned, thinking nothing of it.

Meanwhile, the woman returned to her boudoir, where a young maid came forward to wipe the sweat from her brow with warm water. The woman said calmly, “That new tutor in the manor is a bit odd. Find out everything you can about him, but don’t let it interfere with His Highness the Prince of Yan’s important affairs.”

Chapter Eight: This Young Master Studies the Spring and Autumn Annals

“Young master, young master, get up! You have to teach Miss Bennett to read! Hurry, hurry, don’t keep Miss Bennett waiting!”

Early the next morning, Charles Harper was woken by Little Grace. He pulled himself together, hurriedly got dressed and put on his shoes, his heart full of anticipation.

What does Miss Bennett look like?

Is she a beauty?

Very good, let’s see how this love expert works his magic. Master, you just rest easy in your mother’s womb—your disciple won’t let you down.