This night was destined to be unforgettable for Lin Yi.
When he woke up from the Imperial Study Room the next day, his legs were trembling involuntarily.
It would have been difficult for him to stand without leaning on the wall.
And this was despite his significantly improved skills.
Had it been before, one could imagine what a state Lin Yi would have been in.
Confronted with his state, the young Emperor snorted coldly.
Even though his lips were swollen like sausages, the Emperor refused to admit defeat.
Especially when he looked at Lin Yi, he glared, as if to say, come on, if you dare, let's fight another round.
On the contrary, Ying Yi was floating on air, all sprightly, because she hadn't argued with Lin Yi.
Seeing the puffed-up Emperor, Lin Yi was also full of sympathy.
