Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Wow, you are a fast writer!” Ren Baqian said as Shi Gan handed over a stack of papers.
Shi Gan knew very well the meaning of living under the auspices of others and knowing when the situation was beyond his control. He immediately responded, “It’s due to your teaching and guidance.”
“If your father wasn’t the Great Elder, I would have suspected that you wear an aboriginal skin to look like them.” Ren Baqian sighed. Shi Qing and Shi Gan were a special species among the aboriginals.
He continued, “You better go back. If you are caught again, it will not be so simple. You will be tasked to spend the whole afternoon on Jingyang Street shouting, ‘I’m really my father’s biological son!’”
Shi Gan was upset after hearing this. Yagui’s words were very mean—even shouting this sentence one time was enough to make him suicidal, not to mention shouting it for a whole afternoon.
Ren Baqian sat at the front of Hanyuan Palace Hall with his legs crossed and gestured with his hands for Shi Gan to leave
He turned to look inside the hall and saw that Tong Lan had almost finished writing.
The first batch of students, including Shi Gan, had been punished more than once and had learned from the writing experiences.
As for the other two students who were scratching their ears and cheeks like two female monkeys, they probably wouldn’t be able to leave the hall tonight.
After a while, Tong Lan put down her pen and seemed to grunt on purpose before glancing at Qing Lian.
Noticing that Qing Lian was ignoring her, Tong Lan stood up sulkily, walked to stand beside Zhu Hua, and asked, “Hi, what’s your name?”
“Zhu Hua!” Zhu Hua, who was pulling at her hair in despair, glanced up with sorrowful looking eyes. If she had known earlier, it would have been better for her to join the army!
“You are invited to my house after you get out of here!” Tong Lan said.
“If you help me to write this, not going to your house is also fine!” Zhu Hua mumbled.
Tong Lan was rattled after hearing this and quickly departed from the hall.
“If you are caught again, besides writing multiple copies, you will be sent to Jingyang Street to shout, ‘My father is really the biological son of my grandfather’ for a whole afternoon,” Ren Baqian said with bad intentions. At the same time, he glanced at Tong Lan’s writing.
“My grandpa will have a duel with you!” Tong Lan said bluntly.
“Her Majesty will duel with your grandpa!” Ren Baqian retorted. His backer was much bigger than hers.
“Well, do you really know what happens in a brothel?” Ren Baqian asked.
“It’s a place to indulge in eating, drinking, and having fun!” Tong Lan said scornfully. “My mother said that the ladies inside there are bad. If my father goes there again, she will break his legs!”
“If your father knew that you had betrayed him, he would break your legs!” Ren Baqian said before gesturing and driving Tong Lan away.
Tong Lan shouted in frustration after leaving the hall, “Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!”
In order to vent the frustration in her heart and the turmoil in her stomach, she ran straight home.
After Tong Lan left, Ren Baqian returned to the hall to see the progress of the two remaining people inside.
With only about five pages, Qing Lian had copied the least, but one copy was translated with the help of the dictionary of the language used in this world that had been provided by Ren Baqian. She was indeed a smart person.
Although she suffered some hardship, she learned many words as a result.
He looked at Zhuo Hua again. She had written about the same amount as Qing Lian, but her scribbled words looked like they were written in chicken scratch.
Ren Baqian shook his head, sighed, and asked, “You are such a pretty little girl, but why’s your handwriting so ugly?”
Zhuo Hua threw her pen on the table and lamented, “I wasn’t educated! You might as well whip me 30 times!”
“You need to practice because you weren’t taught before. If you can’t even read a newspaper in the future, what jobs can you do?” Ren Baqian said.
“I’m going to go crazy!” Zhuo Hua held her head in both hands and pulled at her hair.
“Put in more effort since you are the weakest!” Ren Baqian encouraged her.
“Are you encouraging me, Sir?” Zhuo Hua stared at Ren Baqian.
“Of course! Still, encouragement must be relevant to reality!” Ren Baqian laughed heartily. “Come on! I hope to see you at the academy tomorrow.”
“Can I go to the toilet?” Zhuo Hua asked pitifully.
“Go ahead. The guard outside will bring you there.” Ren Baqian waved his hands.
After Zhuo Hua left, Qing Lian raised her head and asked, “The aboriginals are quite xenophobic, so how did you manage to stay here?”
Ren Baqian stroke his chin and replied, “It’s not that bad.”
“Ugh!” Qing Lian felt like it was a wasted effort to sympathize with him since nobody would do anything to this gigolo.
“Who’s Mencius’s mother? Who’s Dou Yanshan? Who wrote the ‘Analects?’ Where are the books written by Mencius? In addition, `Xia has Yu, Shang has Tang, and Zhou Wenwu; they are called the Three Kings.’ What does this mean…?” The questions poured out of Qing Lian’s mouth.
“If you want to know, go to class with the new students. I can’t answer your questions in such a short time here,” Ren Baqian said. He waved his hands as he walked out of Hanyuan Palace Hall and headed to the empress’s bedroom.
The palace bedroom was brightly lit with the fans blowing on the ice basins.
However, the empress was still sitting in the same position on the couch and was still not awake.
Ren Baqian sat beside the empress for two hours and observed her resting peacefully under the lamplight before leaving for Pingle Park to take a rest.
Ren Baqian initially assumed that the empress would wake up soon, but after three days, she still had yet to wake up.
Every time Ren Baqian visited the bedroom, he found the inanimate empress in the same posture.
Although he found it interesting in the beginning, he felt like he was facing a puppet after some time and felt as if something was missing.
Even when the empress was throwing her temper around, she was more lovable than she was now.
Although the empress’s trance state was longer than before, he wasn’t worried as it wasn’t a problem for the empress to be without food or water for a few days. The most important factor was that her breathing was smooth and that the red light in her slightly narrowed eyes didn’t diminish.
It was just that Ren Baqian missed the lively empress.
On the morning of the fifth day, he went to the empress’s bedroom to find out whether she was awake and saw Qing Luan running out from far away.
Ren Baqian stopped Qing Luan and asked, “What’s going on? Is the empress awake?”
“She just woke up, and I’m going to prepare some food for her.” Qing Luan hastily greeted Ren Baqian and rushed away.
Ren Baqian was relieved to hear that the empress was finally awake.
He rushed to the empress’s bedroom and saw that she was motionless and sitting in a daze. If not for her clear, bright eyes, he would have assumed that the empress was still in a trance.
“Your Majesty, how are you feeling?” Ren Baqian walked over and asked her gently.
“You are here!” The empress turned her head to look at him, smiled, and said, “It’s quite beneficial this time around as I’m going to break through again!”
“The word ‘again’ is well said!” Ren Baqian exclaimed. The super VIP was certainly different from an ordinary player!
Suddenly, he thought of an important issue and said, “Your Majesty… If you break through again, you will not be able to bear a child in the short term!”
“Bah! Crap!” the empress cursed at him and blushed.
Subsequently, she said softly, “There’s still some time.”
If not for Ren Baqian, the empress would have broken through this time, but how could she say this out loud?
During breakfast, the empress showed Ren Baqian what a “godlike” appetite looked like.
It seemed like the empress needed a huge amount of food to nourish her blood after she had greatly improved her cultivation level. She ate a fork-horned cow and two sheep for breakfast, yet she was barely 70 percent full.
Looking at her body, it was hard to tell where all the food went.
