A modern Feng Shui master and fortune teller, Lin Wanyue, is transported by a car accident to a dynasty not recorded in history, becoming a three-year-old baby abandoned in a mass grave.
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"Can't recite it? Do you want to get beaten?" The teacher pulled out a bamboo pointer and slapped it on the back of Master Jiang's hand with a 'snap snap snap'.
There's still some flesh on the palm, but it hurts terribly if you get hit on the back of your hand.
"You son of a bitch, how dare you hit me? I think you're looking for death!" Master Jiang picked up the paperweight on the table and was about to throw it at the teacher.
But instead of hitting anyone, he was forced to study by the pageboys and maids in the study. They even dared to defy the heavenly order and said fiercely, "Master, if you dare not study, you'll only get beaten!"
Mr. Jiang: "???"
I don't understand it at all, and I'm deeply shocked!
"You're asking for death! How dare you hit me? I'll kill you all today and sell you all to brothels!" Master Jiang roared in fury.
However, his resistance was severely suppressed, and in no time, the news that he refused to study properly spread throughout the Jiang family.
Everyone glared at him angrily, and anyone who saw him would come over and punch him a couple of times. Even his son and daughter-in-law, and even the servants who always followed him, would ask him, "Can you recite the text?"
If he can't recite it, then he'll get a good beating.
Even if Master Jiang is a skilled fighter, he couldn't possibly defeat the entire Jiang family. He was beaten black and blue and couldn't even run away.
Master Jiang was driven to the brink of collapse. Just as he was about to get angry, he saw the most delicate concubine in the mansion throw a small fist at him and roar, "Hurry up and go study, you useless old thing!"