In the gym of the spatial apartment.
The spinning bike’s flywheel emitted a high-speed humming roar.
Feng Zexuan wore a neat sporty outfit with a short skirt.
Her long legs moved on the pedals so fast they almost left afterimages. She looked relaxed, even humming along to the energetic music from the virtual screen.
Beside her, Feng Zekai was in a completely different state.
Sweat had soaked through his clean white T-shirt, sliding down his jawline and spreading into a dark patch on his chest.
His lips were pressed into a straight line, teeth clenched hard.
His eyes were locked onto the virtual avatar representing himself on the screen as he pedaled with all his strength.
Ahead of him, the blue streak representing his sister had long disappeared into the distance.
This was marathon mode at the highest difficulty.
Every breath he took burned in his chest.
【Ah, my brother’s expression is so serious and stubborn. Cute.】
The system chimed in:
【Host, maybe lower the resistance a bit? Give your brother some dignity.】
【We’re siblings after all. No need to destroy him completely.】
【No way! On the battlefield, there are no siblings! Hehe, if he wants to surpass me, he still needs another hundred years of training!】
Feng Zekai heard the conversation in his mind.
A surge of stubborn strength rose in his chest, and he pedaled even faster.
“Bang!”
Fireworks burst across the screen.
Feng Zexuan’s blue avatar crossed the finish line and circled the track effortlessly.
Feng Zekai took second place.
He got off the bike, his legs immediately feeling like they had been granted freedom.
But Feng Zexuan looked completely fine. She drank a few mouthfuls of spiritual spring water and walked to the pull-up bar.
With a light push, she lifted herself up smoothly.
One… two… three…
Her movements were clean and fluid.
Feng Zekai finished his water and recovered quickly from exhaustion. He walked to another bar, gritted his teeth, and pulled himself up.
His body swayed.
“One… two… three…”
With each rep, his face turned redder, veins bulging in his arms.
At fifty reps, he finally reached his limit and dropped onto the soft mat, chest rising and falling heavily as he gasped for air.
On the other side, Feng Zexuan had already finished a clean hundred reps and landed lightly.
【Ah, my brother is still too weak.】
【With this physique, how is he supposed to protect me? No, he needs more training!】
Feng Zekai: “……”
Sister, do you even need protecting yourself? Be honest.
He drank more than half a bottle of spiritual spring water, stood up again, and walked to the dumbbell area.
He picked up a pair of 25 kg dumbbells and began curls.
Each lift pushed his muscles to their limit.
As he trained, he noticed Feng Zexuan casually walking over.
She picked up a large matte-black object nearby and lifted it with one hand to shoulder height, repeating the motion lazily more than ten times.
Then she switched hands, as if she were lifting a feather.
Feng Zekai looked closely.
On the side of that object, painted in white, was a shocking number:
100 KG
His dumbbell slipped from his hands and hit the mat with a dull thud.
100 kg… one hand?
And so effortlessly?
He looked down at his trembling arms, then at his sister’s slender yet terrifyingly powerful ones.
Something inside his mind shattered.
What his sister brought him wasn’t just new experiences and food.
It was a form of physical strength he had never imagined.
He had always believed that studying, understanding principles, and governing the state were the foundation of a man.
But now, looking at her, he suddenly felt how fragile that idea was.
A person who cannot even control his own body—how can he control a nation or protect its people?
He needed to become stronger.
Not to compete with her.
But to one day stand beside her at a higher place.
His gaze fell on the 100 kg dumbbells on the ground, a fire igniting in his eyes.
“Brother, what are you thinking? Let’s go stretch.”
Feng Zexuan’s voice pulled him back.
They lay side by side on yoga mats.
She glanced at him.
His sweat-soaked T-shirt clung to his body, outlining increasingly defined muscles.
He looked less frail now, more masculine and strong.
【Not bad, my brother is getting more and more presentable.】
【If he keeps training, he’ll get abs soon. Taking him out will be quite impressive.】
Feng Zekai’s face warmed slightly. He silently lowered his legs further.
That night, he dreamed of lifting weights all night, while Feng Zexuan slept peacefully until her alarm rang.
The next morning—court session.
Feng Zexuan stood lazily in the hall, scanning familiar faces like a farmer inspecting her field.
Suddenly, her gaze stopped on Chancellor Lin Zhengyan.
The usually steady old minister looked strangely uncomfortable today.
His stance was stiff, as if rooted in place. Every so often, he subtly pressed his hand against his abdomen under his wide sleeve.
【Huh? What’s wrong with the old Lin today?】
【System, scan him.】
The system responded instantly.
【Target: Lin Zhengyan】
【Diagnosis: long-term sedentary lifestyle, lack of exercise, overly refined diet → severely slowed intestinal motility, serious constipation】
【Warning: 8 days without bowel movement】
Feng Zexuan nearly laughed out loud.
Eight days?!
My god.
Is he storing a nuclear reactor in his stomach?
Is it about to detonate?
No wonder he stands like a zombie today. This is truly “paid constipation but cannot produce output.”
Every official in the hall froze.
Countless eyes shifted toward Lin Zhengyan.
Even the official beside him, the Minister of Rites, subtly stepped half a pace away.
Lin Zhengyan’s mind went completely blank.
His face, usually stern and dignified, now looked like a palette of chaotic colors.
He wanted to disappear on the spot.
No—he wanted to ascend.
No—he wanted to strangle Feng Zexuan.
On the dragon throne, Emperor Xiao Juechen fought hard to suppress the corners of his mouth from rising.
Eight days… truly a remarkable man, Chancellor Lin.
【Actually, constipation is easy to fix. Eat more fiber—spinach, brown rice.】
【With his condition, a big plate of cold spinach tonight would probably clear everything by tomorrow morning.】
Lin Zhengyan immediately perked up his ears.
Spinach?
Brown rice?
He silently noted it down.
For a smooth system, he was willing to abandon gourmet food.
Feng Zexuan’s excitement only grew.
【System, well done! Keep going—scan the health of the entire court!】
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