Whoever can strike me hard will be rewarded handsomely.

Knowing that the Poison Master was going to deal with his cheap senior brother, Qin Ji lay on the bed in the side room, listening intently for a long time.

Judging by the force with which Jiang Jibai punished people, he didn't believe Shen Jiangliu could endure it.

Through the room, not only could you not hear the voices, but you could also not hear any shouts or groans.

Qin Ji grew increasingly angry as he listened, his anger reaching a fever pitch.

He committed such a serious crime, and then he added fuel to the fire, and that's it?

Didn't eat? Exhausted?

You, Jiang Jibai, are blatantly biased.

I want to execute Shen Jiangliu!

The moment Shen Jiangliu was helped into the room by Jiang Jibai, he immediately felt a sharp gaze pierce him.

He looked over and saw that His Majesty's eyes were blazing with intense flames, almost burning two holes in him.

His Majesty seems to have a lot of opinions about him...

Shen Jiangliu's legs went weak, but Jiang Jibai steadily supported him.

In the past, if Shen Jiangliu could still get up, he would have slipped away from Jiang Jibai. After all, just looking at his teacher made him feel even more pain, and he was trembling with fear while recovering from his injury.

He was badly injured today, and the teacher suggested that he stay to rest, which would also be a good opportunity for him to get to know his junior classmate whom he had just met. He readily agreed.

He didn't come to attract His Majesty's attention; he simply had something to say and had no choice but to come.

The punishment was severe today, but Jiang Jibai only thought his eldest disciple was being affectionate. "Can you still walk? Shall I carry you over?"

As soon as Jiang Jibai finished speaking, Shen Jiangliu felt His Majesty's gaze become even more piercing. If he were a paper doll, he would probably be covered in holes right now.

He thought the teacher was going to carry him to lie down next to His Majesty. His Majesty felt offended and quickly said, "I can walk, it's just a few steps."

After saying that, he took a few quick steps and lay down on the low couch opposite His Majesty.

Jiang Jibai originally wanted the two disciples to lie together so that it would be easier to apply medicine to them. Besides, the two were both in the same boat and had been punished. Maybe they could get together and exchange a few words of camaraderie. However, Shen Jiangliu went straight to another bed.

Jiang Jibai didn't say anything. He took the medicated oil, sat down by the young disciple's bed, and reached out to pull down the young disciple's thick trousers.

Qin Ji quickly grabbed his trousers and glared warily at Shen Jiangliu on the opposite bed.

Shen Jiangliu received the Emperor's gloomy gaze and knew that he was not allowed to look at the dragon's buttocks. He wisely turned his body to face the wall to show that he dared not overstep his bounds.

Seeing that he was sensible, Qin Ji snorted and then let go of his trousers, allowing Jiang Jibai to apply the medicine to him.

Jiang Jibai took in the subtle exchange between the junior and senior disciples, found it amusing, melted the medicated oil in his palm, and commented, "They're quite concerned about saving face."

You poison master, what do you know? This concerns my country...

Before I could finish venting my frustrations, the rubbing of my injury from behind made me howl in pain.

Qin Ji hugged the pillow tightly and gritted his teeth, but out of respect for the dignity of the emperor, he kept quiet, which amazed Jiang Jibai.

To be honest, putting these two disciples together really has a remarkable effect.

At least his ears are at peace.

After applying the medicine to his junior disciple, Jiang Jibai took his medicine box and went to the couch opposite.

He had just rolled up Shen Jiangliu's trousers a little when he saw Qin Ji staring at his eldest disciple's wound with eyes like searchlights.

Jiang Jibai cleared his throat to remind him, but Qin Ji didn't hold back at all, and confidently ordered him, "You need to drink water."

Jiang Jibai remained calm, got up, poured a glass of water, and handed it to him.

While drinking water, Qin Ji openly admired Shen Jiangliu's injuries.

His skin was broken in several places, even worse than his.

Feeling the Emperor's gaze, Shen Jiangliu was so embarrassed that he pulled the blanket up a little to cover himself up.

Qin Ji handed the water cup back to Jiang Jibai and looked away with satisfaction.

This poison master is alright in terms of handling things, so-so...

Before I could finish my internal critique, two swift slaps landed on my back.

"You know you care about your reputation, yet you keep staring at your senior brother. At least he knows to turn his back, but what about you? Open your eyes wider!"

Caught off guard by the two slaps, tears welled up in Qin Ji's eyes. He instinctively wanted to scream, but when he glanced at Shen Jiangliu, who was lying face down, looking like a corpse, he shut his mouth like a duck being choked.

This is the third time the Poison Master has called for this cheap senior brother!

What's wrong with him? It's his honor to see him!

Normally, Qin Ji would have thrown a huge tantrum, but Shen Jiangliu was lying there like a dead fish. Qin Ji, maintaining his composure, was so angry he almost choked. He could only accuse Jiang Jibai of favoritism with his eyes.

Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you.

Seeing the little tyrant trying so hard to suppress his temper because of his pride, with his left eye saying "please" and his right eye saying "I" in a frustrated manner, Jiang Jibai gave a reasoned explanation and then sighed helplessly.

He sat on the edge of the bed, holding a teacup in one hand and gently rubbing Qin Ji's wounds with the other, soothing him softly, "Alright, do you want some water?"

Qin Ji snorted lightly, deciding not to stoop to the level of this poison master, and turned his face to the side, "I just drank some water, I'm not a water bucket."

The younger disciple was coaxed into submission and obediently stopped staring at the older disciple's injury, though he was still a bit stubborn.

Jiang Jibai got up, both amused and exasperated, put down his teacup, pulled the blanket up for him, tucked in the corners, and continued to apply medicine to Shen Jiangliu.

Forced to open his eyes, Shen Jiangliu held his breath and pretended to be deaf, blind, and a block of wood.

Is this a scene he can see?

He always felt that his head wasn't very stable on his neck.

But to be honest, given how much he owes, who else should the teacher punish if not him?

They brought it all on themselves.

Shen Jiangliu actually found it hard to reconcile the junior brother in front of him with the emperor he had seen on the throne during his audience with the emperor.

One is vibrant and unrestrained, expressing joy and anger at will, making no attempt to conceal his youthful spirit; the other is deep and unfathomable, imposing and authoritative, like a bottomless well.

They were completely different people, as if possessed by a ghost.

There were two disciples in the room, one silent and the other also silent.

Jiang Jibai applied the medicine to Shen Jiangliu, and thinking about it, he found it quite strange.

Shen Jiangliu's mouth is equally effective against anyone who displeases him, and even he himself is often not immune.

This time, he was stared at by the junior disciple for a long time, but he didn't hold it against him. He really showed some of the magnanimity of a senior disciple.

He didn't know if it was because his young disciple caught his eye, or because he had grown a bit through his experiences in the region.

After applying the medicine to Shen Jiangliu, Jiang Jibai picked up his medicine box, intending to find someone to tidy up the study, wash his hands, and prepare some snacks for his two disciples.

Qin Ji and Shen Jiangliu craned their necks to watch Jiang Jibai walk away until the footsteps gradually disappeared.

Qin Ji glanced indifferently at the person opposite him. Without hesitation, Shen Jiangliu threw off the covers, slipped on his shoes, and walked quickly to Qin Ji's bedside. He bowed and kowtowed, lowering his voice, "Your humble servant greets Your Majesty."