Whoever can strike me hard will be rewarded handsomely.

[Warning: The protagonist of this story has a special fetish, and there are elements of ancient master-disciple and father-son discipline. There is no romantic pairing. This is a fictional story that focuses on family, master-disciple relationships, and friendship.]

Do not apply this to real life, and do not imitate the characters' behavior.

I don't like running fast.

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Qin Ji was the chosen one.

His life has been incredibly smooth, as if he had a cheat code.

When Qin Ji was six years old, Emperor Qin Han of the Great Yin Dynasty died from taking too many elixirs. His three older brothers fought fiercely, one after the other, until they were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

By the time the ministers realized what was happening, the blood of the imperial family had flowed like a river. After searching around, all that remained of the late emperor was Qin Ji, the sole heir born in the cold palace and the womb of a deposed concubine.

The newly appointed Empress Dowager had no son, so Qin Ji changed his name to Qin Ji and led the young Empress Dowager step by step to a high position, where she sat on the dragon throne.

It can be said that he got the throne for free.

The young boy, dressed in a hastily made new dragon robe, sat bewildered on an excessively large dragon throne. Beside him sat the Empress Dowager, in her prime, who ruled from behind a curtain, and below him stood the powerful minister who had been appointed to assist the state in a time of crisis. It was originally a rather dangerous start.

But Qin Ji was the chosen one.

At the age of twelve, the Empress Dowager suddenly fell ill and passed away, leaving behind a dark curtain.

At sixteen, the powerful minister fell off his horse and broke his neck. He didn't even have time to leave a last word before his followers scattered.

Before anyone could react, Qin Ji swiftly ousted several rebellious officials and smoothly assumed power. Looking around, he found the entire court filled with diligent and devoted ministers, with not a single one daring to oppose him.

At a young age, he wielded power over the world, his word was law, and he did whatever he pleased.

This is a good thing; there couldn't be a better thing.

The only minor drawback is regarding one of Qin Ji's extremely secretive little hobbies.

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Qin Ji sat in the Qianzheng Hall, looking at the eloquently written and sycophantic memorial to the emperor, but he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

The clumsy new eunuch knocked over several folding books, even leaving a footprint on them. Before Qin Ji could react, the head eunuch, Fu Lu, the eunuch's mentor, immediately pushed him out, gagged him, and gave him a beating.

The commotion made Qin Ji's heart pound with curiosity, like a cat scratching at his heart.

That's right, this is Qin Ji's secret hobby.

Perhaps his life had been too smooth sailing, and at such a young age, no one could suppress him. Qin Ji secretly longed to be disciplined by an elder, wanting to experience the feeling of being beaten.

This secret hobby is not something to be talked about with others. After all, it's a small matter of losing face if it gets out, but a big matter of damaging the national image.

To put it arrogantly, in the Great Yin Dynasty, he was the most powerful person, with Heaven first and himself second.

Looking across the court and the country, no one dared to lay a hand on him. After all, no one would be so foolish as to risk having their entire family wiped out by chasing after the emperor and beating him up.

This is truly one of the greatest regrets of my life!

Qin Ji grew angrier the more he thought about it.

Having spent many years with him and having studied his micro-expressions to perfection, the chief eunuch Fu Lu, observing his face, knelt down with a "plop" and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. This old servant will immediately have someone drag that blind fool away before beating him, lest I offend Your Majesty's ears."

Qin Ji felt like he was about to vomit blood, but he smiled and said, "You old man are so considerate. He's new here, so there's no need to be too harsh on him."

Fu Lu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly forced a smile, saying, "Your Majesty is benevolent, and we servants are all blessed by Your Majesty's grace."

Fu Lu quickly gave a wink to the little eunuch next to him, and the faint sound of the clapper immediately disappeared.

Deprived even of the chance to fill in the blanks, Qin Ji turned his gaze back to the folded book in his hand, picked up his pen, and angrily wrote on it, "Zhen An, well written, don't write again next time. If you write any more long essays, I'll send you to the bitter cold land to grow potatoes."

After finishing writing, Qin Ji slammed the folded document onto the table. Then he heard someone ask, "Your Majesty, Grand Tutor Song has been waiting outside for half an hour. Should we summon him in?"

Qin Ji glanced at the sun outside, and a flash of inspiration struck him. "Summon them."

Grand Tutor Song was old, and after standing outside in the scorching sun for half an hour, his legs were still trembling when he came in.

Qin Ji dismissed all the palace servants, greeted the man with a beaming smile, and shoved the ruler into his hand. "Look at my memory! I was so engrossed in reviewing memorials that I forgot about you. It was my fault for making you stand in the sun for so long. How about you..."

Do you want me to hit you a few times to vent your anger?

Disrespecting the elderly and teachers—what a convenient excuse.

Qin Ji spoke in a kind tone, which greatly alarmed Song Taifu, who trembled even more violently.

He only raised a granddaughter of marriageable age, eyeing the Empress's position covetously, thinking that if she raised a Crown Prince, his family would rise to a higher level. Surely he wouldn't... surely he wouldn't plot to wipe out his entire family?

Grand Tutor Song, sweating profusely, discovered that all the palace servants had been dismissed, leaving him without a single witness to testify on his behalf. He knelt down with a thud, choking back tears, and said, "Your Majesty, I am old and increasingly feel powerless to preach to you."

"Your subject begs to retire."

Your Majesty, please spare my life!

Qin Ji squinted and stared at him for a long time.

He's a bit old, and probably doesn't have much strength. He's not a good fighter; he's not worth keeping, but it's a shame to throw him away.

Qin Ji waved his hand, disappointed and somewhat reluctant, "Granted."

Grand Tutor Song wept with joy, kowtowing repeatedly, and said gratefully in a tone as if his whole family had escaped to heaven and earth, "Thank you for your great grace! Thank you for your great grace! My entire family is deeply grateful for Your Majesty's kindness."

Another one you can't fight.

Qin Ji stood up, put his hands behind his back, and stood by the window. He looked somewhat forlorn.

Get out of my sight! Get out of my way! Don't stand here and get in my way!

Grand Tutor Song wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at Qin Ji's lonely figure, and felt ashamed as he recalled the Emperor's trust and reliance in the past.

I thought to myself, this must be what they mean by the loneliness at the top.