Whoever can strike me hard will be rewarded handsomely.

The next day, Bian Yushu stood nervously in front of Qin Ji, her eyes dark and her expression apprehensive.

Qin Ji held the article he had written overnight and fell into deep thought.

His handwriting wasn't bad; it was a beautiful official script. The official script was the standard script used in the imperial examinations, clear and square, and relatively easy to imitate. Qin Ji thought he could imitate it to a high degree.

The content of the article is utterly a mess... If I submit it like this, will I first receive a severe beating? Or will I be deemed incorrigible and expelled from the school?

Qin Ji thought for a moment and decided to be cautious and not go too far by ruining the "teacher" he had carefully selected, so that they would never see each other again.

Qin Ji quickly revised the five articles, not making any significant improvements, but at least they were passable. He then copied them in Bian Yushu's handwriting, preserving the misspelled or omitted words. This left enough for Gu Huaijin to find fault with, but not so much that he would cross the line and offend his teacher.

After making the changes, Qin Ji looked at Bian Yushu, who was standing in front of him trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

I originally wanted to slack off, but instead of being able to, I was forced to revise several cringe-worthy articles, which was mentally exhausting. To dare submit something like this to the emperor is quite an achievement, considering I didn't even correct the typos.

At least we need to improve Bian Yushu's writing skills. Qin Ji doesn't have that much time to deal with the extra homework. In the future, he will still have to rely on Bian Yushu to write for him at Gu Huaijin's place. Qin Ji put down his pen and called out expressionlessly, "Bian Yushu."

Bian Yushu, whose name was called, knelt down with a thud, "Your Majesty."

His Majesty forbade him to have someone else write for him. He racked his brains all night writing these five articles, and he really tried his best. But he also knew the level of his writing, so he was naturally terrified.

In particular, the increasingly grim expression on His Majesty's face when reading his articles gave him a suffocating feeling of impending doom.

"Every day, scholars from the Hanlin Academy will come to lecture me on the classics. Since you are my study companion, you should listen carefully. If your knowledge doesn't improve..." Qin Ji revealed a kind smile, "Have you ever been beaten at home?"

Bian Yushu shook his head honestly. At home, he was protected by his grandmother. Although his father could keep him in check, he also spoiled him and liked to reason with him. He rarely spoke harshly to him, at most scolding him in his letters, let alone resorting to family discipline.

"Good fortune and prosperity".

"Your servant is here."

Seeing Bian Yushu's terrified expression, Qin Ji said, "Take him away and give him twenty strokes of the cane."

Bamboo canes were small boards used in the palace to punish concubines or princes and princesses for their mistakes. Their deterrent effect was far greater than their actual effect; they wouldn't hurt bones or muscles, only skin and flesh. Qin Ji was still young, and the palace hadn't used them since he ascended the throne. No one expected them to be used on Bian Yushu.

Fu Lu accepted the order and led the man away. Soon, the sound of slapping and Bian Yushu's low sobs could be heard from outside. He seemed to know that he could not be presumptuous in front of the emperor, so he dared not shout loudly, but only sobbed softly.

The quantity was small, and it was brought back quickly.

Bian Yushu's face was deathly pale, and her eyes were blurry with tears, whether from pain or fear, it was hard to tell. With the help of the eunuch, she tremblingly kowtowed to express her gratitude.

Thunder and rain are both forms of imperial favor. Yesterday, he was gently bestowed the title "Feibai" (meaning "flying white"), but today he was given twenty lashes. Bian Yushu, who had lived a simple life for sixteen years, finally experienced what it means to serve an emperor like a tiger.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the supreme ruler in his eyes, who held the power of life and death, was also injured, just like him.

Qin Ji threw the few pages of his nonsensical writing at his face, "Seventeen misspelled words, twenty strokes of the cane for you. If you dare not study diligently again, this is what will happen to you. Remember that?"

Bian Yushu trembled again from his fright, "I...I remember."

Qin Ji waved his hand, "Help Young Master Bian to rest, and find a royal physician to examine him. Anyone who dares to spread today's events will have their head chopped off."

The palace servants bowed their heads and obeyed.

Upon hearing this, Bian Yushu's eyes reddened. She thanked the emperor honestly before getting up and being helped away by the eunuch with a limp.

Qin Ji watched his retreating figure, feeling the faint pain in his own body, and thought to himself, "Pressure is the driving force for growth. The pressure is just right. Little scribe, you'd better grow up quickly. If you don't meet my requirements, I'll give you plenty of punishment."

Let's share the good fortune together; you're getting a good deal.

Having resolved his identity issue, Emperor Da Yin happily threw himself into his work, but he kept feeling as if he had forgotten something.

Aside from serving as Qin Ji's attendant, Bian Yushu spent all her time squatting in front of the Four Books and Five Classics, scratching her head. She had never been so diligent in her life. She had transformed from a vibrant, fresh cabbage into a wilted, dried plum, as if a demon had drained her of her life force, and she always had two dark circles under her eyes.

As for Jiang Jibai.

I initially thought it was just a reckless late arrival, but after waiting all day, there wasn't a soul in sight.

After making some inquiries, he discovered that Bian's youngest son had been summoned to the palace to become His Majesty's study companion. Thinking that it might have happened suddenly, Bian Feibai was too flustered to pay attention.

Two or three days later, Jiang Jibai thought that he should at least send a message to inform him.

There was no news of him for seven or eight days, as if he didn't exist as a teacher at all.

Jiang Jibai sneered, crumpled the paper with the five questions written on it, and threw it into the wastebasket.

Who is Bian Feibai?

do not know.