Starting with ten elixirs of immortality, I led the First Emperor to rebel against the Qin Dynasty.

The meal was finished in an eerie atmosphere.

Watching the interaction between Zhao Huan and Xu Mofu, Fusu felt something was off, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He glanced at one, then at the other, a maternal smile unconsciously spreading across his face.

These two look like they're flirting.

Although the younger brother complained, he didn't really do anything to Xu Mofu. Although Xu Mofu was sulking, he still ate a lot.

Hmm, there's potential!

However, Bai Qi was not as optimistic as Fu Su.

He sat at the table, eating his meal slowly and deliberately, but his eyes kept glancing at Zhao Huan.

He could tell that Zhao Huan was genuinely annoyed with Xu Mofu, and his agitation was almost undisguised.

What alarmed him even more was that beneath that agitation, he also keenly sensed a suppressed murderous intent.

Although it was faint and fleeting, as a butcher, Bai Qi was all too familiar with killing intent.

This kid has decided to kill Xu Mofu.

Bai Qi felt a chill run down his spine.

It is speculated that this may be related to Zhao Huan's terrifying strength.

Possessing devastating power but lacking the mental fortitude to control it is like a three-year-old child holding a sharpened sword.

It seems we need to think of a solution.

Bai Qi continued eating without showing any emotion, but he had already begun to make plans in his mind.

After finishing his meal, Zhao Huan pushed his bowl and chopsticks onto the table and gestured with his chin toward Xu Mofu.

"Finished eating? Go wash the dishes. You can wash dishes, right?"

Xu Mofu put down his bowl and looked at Zhao Huan's matter-of-fact expression, feeling furious.

But she still endured it.

She stood up and began clearing the table of dishes.

Zhao Huan frowned again as he looked at her clumsy movements.

"Watch out! This is my livelihood!"

The voice just fell.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound.

Xu Mo slipped, and a ceramic bowl fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

The air froze instantly.

Fusu's smile froze on his face.

Bai Qi's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

Zhao Huan's face darkened visibly.

He suddenly stood up from his chair, pointed at Xu Mofu, and his lips were trembling with anger.

"You...you did this on purpose, didn't you!"

Xu Mofu was also startled; she really hadn't meant to. Looking at the broken pieces on the ground, she felt somewhat helpless.

"I...I'm not..."

"What are you? You're doing this on purpose! You just don't like me and are deliberately picking a fight with me!" Zhao Huan felt that his patience had reached its limit.

This woman can set the kitchen on fire while cooking, and she can smash the dishes while washing them!

What is she here for? Did God send her to torment me?

"I..." Xu Mofu was speechless, feeling both angry and aggrieved.

"What do you mean, 'you'?! Tonight, you're sleeping in the woodshed!" Zhao Huan pointed to the woodshed in the corner of the courtyard.

"Brother, this... isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Fusu couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to speak up for Xu Mofu, "Xiaoyue is, after all, a woman."

Zhao Huan turned his head, glaring at Fusu: "What? My brother's feeling sorry for her? Why don't you switch places with her? You can sleep in the woodshed?"

Fusu was so speechless that he couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing Zhao Huan's furious expression, she wisely chose to keep quiet.

He didn't want to sleep in the woodshed.

Xu Mofu knew he was in the wrong and did not refute it.

Late at night.

The woodshed was pitch black, with only a sliver of moonlight filtering through the crack in the door.

Xu Mofu lay on a pile of dry grass, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

When has she, a dignified protector of the Yin-Yang School, ever suffered such injustice?

The events of the day replayed in her mind, and Zhao Huan's infuriating face made her grit her teeth in hatred.

"Damn Zhao Huan... Dead Zhao Huan..."

She cursed Zhao Huan a thousand times, ten thousand times in her heart.

"It must be because you're incompetent that you're treating me like this!"

Xu Mofu grew angrier the more he thought about it, muttering to himself.

In all her life, no man had ever dared to treat her like this. All those nobles and royalty treated her with utmost respect, as if she were a goddess.

This country bumpkin, however, bossed me around and made me sleep in the woodshed!

However, despite his anger and frustration, Xu Mofu knew that he was powerless to do anything about him.

We can only wait and contact Lord Zou Yan.

When the time comes, I will definitely make up for the grievances I suffered today a hundredfold or a thousandfold!

Xu Mofu made a silent vow in his heart and drifted off to sleep.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Zhao Huan walked out of the house with two big dark circles under his eyes.

He was clearly so angry that he didn't sleep all night.

Before long, Fusu, with dark circles under his eyes, sat listlessly in the courtyard.

"Brother, why are you up so early?" Zhao Huan asked curiously.

As soon as Fusu saw him, a look of utter despair appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

He doesn't want to talk; he feels nauseous whenever he hears the words "Confucianism," "sage," or "Analects."

Last night, because Zhao Huan couldn't sleep, I dragged him along and talked about the "Lunyu" all night long.

Fusu now finally understood why his father was so angry with him.

If I listened to this stuff every day, I'd probably whip someone too.

It must be said that, by sheer chance, Zhao Huan actually completed the task assigned to him by Ying Zheng ahead of schedule.

After a quick breakfast, Zhao Huan's gaze fell on Xu Mofu again.

Xu Mofu also looked haggard, clearly having not slept well in the woodshed.

Looking at her, Zhao Huan felt that nameless anger rise up again.

I refuse to believe I can't teach you a lesson today!

"Xiaoyue!" Zhao Huan pointed to the pile of firewood in the corner. "Today, your job is to chop firewood! Chop all of this firewood!"

Chopping wood shouldn't cause any more trouble, right?

Xu Mofu looked at the mountain of firewood, then at the axe next to her that was thicker than her arm, and her lips twitched.

But she still silently walked over and picked up the axe.

She imitated the woodcutter from her memory, aimed at a wooden stake, and chopped down hard.

"Snap!"

A crisp snapping sound rang out.

Zhao Huan thought smugly, "I've split it open! Let's see what you can do now..."

No, this sound is wrong!

Upon closer inspection, he was completely dumbfounded.

The wooden stake stood there perfectly still, without moving an inch.

The axe in Xu Mofu's hand... the handle was broken in two!

Zhao Huan: "..."

Looking at the broken axe handle in Xu Mofu's hand and the axe lying on the ground, he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time.

How the hell did that?

This axe handle is made of fine hardwood. It's been used for several years and has chopped countless pieces of firewood, and it's still in good condition.

She just flicked it lightly, and it broke?

How did she do that?!

Zhao Huan felt his brain wasn't working properly.

Fusu, standing to the side, was also dumbfounded.

This...this Miss Xu Mofu, could she be born with divine strength?

Zhao Huan took a deep breath, then another, trying to tell himself to stay calm.

Don't get angry; getting angry won't solve anything.

Seeing Zhao Huan about to erupt again, Fusu felt a chill run down his spine.

He didn't want to go through last night's torment again!

Fusu, with keen insight, rushed forward, snatched the half-axe handle from Xu Mofu's hand, and volunteered.

"Little brother, don't be angry! I'll teach you! I'll teach Miss Xiaoyue!"

Although he himself doesn't know how to chop wood.

But it's okay!

I'll do anything to appease Zhao Huan!

If it were the old Fusu, he would never have done such rough work.

But now, he has completely forgotten about Confucianism, sages, and gentlemen.