After a good bout of fighting, the young Emperor was running out of steam, and Lin Yi was already gasping for breath.
Plopping down on the ground, he started to breathe heavily and also gave the young Emperor a disgruntled look:
"I mean, why do you have to resort to violence at the drop of a hat? I didn't provoke you one bit."
The young Emperor, likewise sitting and catching his breath, just glared:
"When I want to give you a thrashing, must there be a reason?"
Uh... That's a hard point to argue with, damn it.
"Enough with your nonsense, just tell me how you're going to deal with the Empress's demands next time."
Hearing this, Lin Yi also felt a headache coming on. The last incident had been a lesson; surely he couldn't continue in the same vein, could he?
If he really did so, he feared that the Empress would notice something off immediately – she was not only numerous, but also extremely astute.
