"Chang Yu, go check if they've started fighting, and if they have, call me."

Inside the tent, Li Ziye, who had been dragged back by Bai Wangyu and the Confucian School Instructor, spoke anxiously.

On the table before him was a bowl of steaming medicinal soup, freshly prepared. He was eager to drink it but couldn't bring himself to.

"Okay." Chang Yu nodded and quickly stepped out.

"Huff!"

"Huff!"

Li Ziye leaned over the table, blowing vigorously on the soup, hoping to cool it down quickly.

"Brother Li, don't rush, don't burn yourself."@@novelbin@@

Beside him, Bai Wangyu, fearing that Li Ziye would drink the medicine in his haste and then go out to cause trouble, kept advising him.

"Old Bai, you've changed; you're not the same Er Gouzi from before."

While blowing on the medicine, Li Ziye said, "You're definitely worried I'll go out and cause trouble. It's not me who caused this, I'm the victim. Of course, I have to witness the Confucian School Instructor get justice for me."

"Confucian School Instructor?"

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