Your Majesty, the National Teacher is in a bad mood today

Seeing that Ye Tang's hair was soaked with sweat, Han Jin felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

Why don't you beg for mercy when it's only a matter of one sentence...

"Your Majesty..." The man holding the whip looked at Han Jin hesitantly, wondering if he should continue.

Han Jin raised his eyes to look at him, and then glanced at Ye Tang again: "Whether you want to ask me or not, you'd better let me think it through."

Ye Tang lowered his eyes slowly and did not speak.

"Continue." Han Jin suddenly felt angry.

Since Ye Tang refused to beg for mercy, he would never soften his heart.

Following Han Jin's order, the snakeskin whip whipped towards Ye Tang's back again with the sound of breaking wind.

Coarse salt had been smeared on the original wound, and now he was whipped again, and every stroke was heart-piercing pain, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that the skin was torn apart inch by inch.

After only being whipped three times, Ye Tang groaned in pain.

Han Jin stood up abruptly.

The whip bearer was taken aback and quickly stopped what he was doing.

Seeing that Han Jin's eyes were full of anger, he walked up to Ye Tang, grabbed his chin, and took out the brush.

There were even deep teeth marks on the wooden pen holder.

Han Jin frowned forcefully, then forcibly parted Ye Tang's lips and teeth, and inserted his fingers into his mouth, checking every tooth to make sure it was not loose before letting him go.

"...don't want to ask me?" Han Jin looked down at Ye Tang with a cold voice.

Ye Tang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he just looked at Han Jin without saying a word.

"It's okay to say something wrong." Han Jin pursed his thin lips tightly, and finally gave in a step.

Ye Tang coughed twice in pain, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty can trample on your body at will, and I don't want your soul to suffer this humiliation."

These words made Han Jin grit his teeth hard, as if a certain place in his heart was suddenly hollowed out by Ye Tang's words.

Han Jin couldn't describe what it was like.

It's just uncomfortable, even...painful.

It was obvious that Ye Tang betrayed him, had been scheming against him, refused to explain, refused to give in, so he wanted revenge, he wanted to torture him, isn't this the retribution Ye Tang deserved?

All these emotions made Han Jin upset, and finally all gathered together and turned into anger.

Han Jin's eyes became extremely cold, and he snatched the whip from the hand of the man behind him.

"Your Majesty..." the man called him in a trembling voice.

If Han Jin did it himself, Ye Tang would really die under the whip.

At this moment, Han Jin was burning with anger, and the man touched his brow as soon as he made a sound.

Before the man could react, he received a severe blow on the waist.

Accompanied by a dull sound, the man's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, slammed into the pillar hard, and then fell to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open.

Ye Tang looked up at him, and saw that his spine was directly broken by a whip.

Although he knew that this person would not survive today, he never thought that he would die so tragically.

Since the incident was revealed, every time Han Jin tortured him in front of others, he would kill that person afterwards in order not to be leaked out.

This is the first time today.

Han Jin squeezed the whip tightly in his hand and swung it vigorously. The whip hit the table beside him accurately, and the sandalwood table was split into two pieces and collapsed on the ground.

"Have you really thought it through? Your so-called soul is more important than your life?" Han Jin continued to ask Ye Tang.

Ye Tang lightly withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and did not speak.

Han Jin immediately clenched his teeth, raised the whip and threw it at Ye Tang's back.

With this whip, Ye Tang's face turned pale immediately, he clenched his teeth in pain, and forcibly suppressed the fishy sweetness that surged up.

However, before he could hold on for a while, Ye Tang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as if he was about to faint at any moment.

He could feel that Han Jin had obviously absorbed a lot of force, otherwise he would have broken his bones just like the man just now.

Han Jin looked at the bloodstain on Ye Tang's back, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

He threw down the whip dejectedly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ye Lingshuang, in your eyes, is I that unbearable?"

Ye Tang didn't speak.

"Why do you treat me like this...it's obviously your fault, why don't you admit it, why..."

The two stood still.

I don't know how long it took before Han Jin kicked the whip by his feet vigorously: "Okay, you win."

After speaking, Ye Tang received a knife from Han Jin on the neck.

Han Jin controlled the strength, just enough to make Ye Tang faint.

When Ye Tang fell down, Han Jin reached out to catch his body and hugged him up.

The injury on his back made Ye Tang lie on the bed for three days without being able to get up. He was also unconscious and had a high fever.

It wasn't until the fourth day that Ye Tang was able to hear the sounds around him in a daze, but he didn't have any strength in his body.

In a trance, a warm hand held his fingertips and squeezed them gently.

Then, Ye Tang placed a cautious kiss on the forehead.

"Why didn't you admit your mistake earlier... you almost died, you know?"

"Get well soon, it's my fault, and my actions are not serious."

"Tang'er... I don't remember many things from the past, I can't remember..."

Later, Han Jin babbled on for a long time, but Ye Tang had a terrible headache and couldn't even open his eyes, so he didn't listen at all.

He only remembered that sentence clearly.

I don't remember...a lot of things I can't remember...

Then, Ye Tang fell into a deep sleep again.

A few days later, Ye Tang's condition finally improved, but this time the injury almost cost Ye Tang his life, making him look haggard.

And Han Jin never came.

Until the day when he was completely able to get out of bed, Han Jin brought someone along.

It was a very handsome man, who looked three or four years younger than Han Jin, and looked timid, as if he was a little afraid of Han Jin.

"His name is Su Zixi, and I'm going to take him into the harem, and bring him to the Imperial Teacher." Han Jin looked at Ye Tang and said softly.

Ye Tang's eyes fluctuated slightly for a moment, and it was fleeting.

Then Ye Tang raised his eyes to look at Su Zixi: "The one from the White Tea House?"

Although the name White Tea House sounds elegant, it is indeed the largest male brothel in the capital.

Su Zixi is the number one brand of the White Tea House, and he has heard of it, so he thinks of it now.

Hearing Ye Tang's words, Su Zixi nodded timidly: "Yes..."

But Han Jin snorted coldly: "What about the brothel background, I just like it."