SBCEJM -Chapter 34 I Treated You Like My Mentor, and You Treated Me Like the Ultimate Sucker!

A mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Li Wenyuan’s body swayed before he collapsed face-first onto the desk, motionless.

Inside the Hanlin Academy office, everyone froze in place at the sudden turn of events.

Did… did he just have a stroke?

The same thought surfaced in everyone’s mind.

Feng Zexuan curled her lips slightly.

【System, are your records even accurate? With someone like him… he could really play that wildly?】

The system’s voice was extremely firm.

【Host, this system’s data is flawless! He’s spent years drowning in women and debauchery, partying night after night. His body was long hollowed out by alcohol and lust!】

Feng Zexuan’s gaze landed on a young attendant scholar standing nearby in complete shock.

“What are you still standing there for? Go fetch the imperial physician!”

Her voice was not loud, but it carried undeniable authority.

“Ah? O-Okay! Right away!”

The attendant scholars jolted awake and scrambled out in panic.

The office fell into a long, eerie silence.

Someone wanted to check whether Li Wenyuan was still breathing, but halfway through reaching out, quickly withdrew his hand, afraid of being saddled with responsibility.

More people exchanged uncertain glances.

At that moment, a figure pushed through the crowd and strode up to the desk.

He checked Li Wenyuan’s pulse and immediately let out a sigh of relief.

Then he stood up abruptly, swept his gaze across the room, and barked sternly:

“What kind of attitude is this?! My mentor devoted his life to the nation, his students filling the realm! How dare you all treat him with such disrespect!”

His words rang with righteous indignation.

Several of Li Wenyuan’s old followers immediately began lamenting alongside him.

“Lord Wen is absolutely right! The Grand Scholar’s spotless reputation cannot be slandered by petty villains!”

“Exactly! You people are making baseless judgments and disgracing the dignity of scholars!”

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded from outside.

“The imperial physician is here! The imperial physician is here!”

The crowd immediately parted.

The physician rushed in carrying his medicine box, panting heavily. Without even wiping the sweat from his forehead, he stepped forward to examine Li Wenyuan’s pulse.

As he stroked his beard, his brows knotted tightly together.

After a long moment, he withdrew his hand and stood up with a strange expression.

“Grand Scholar Li’s pulse is weak and unstable, with his qi and blood flowing in reverse… This is caused by… excessive indulgence in bedroom activities, depletion of vital essence, and imbalance of yin and yang.”

The office became so silent that everyone could hear each other breathing.

Excessive bedroom activities? Depletion of vital essence?

Lord Feng’s inner thoughts… were actually all true!

The halo surrounding Li Wenyuan shattered instantly.

The awe and reverence people once held for him vanished completely.

Among the crowd, only Wen Jingming—the man who had spoken up earlier—clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

Watching his mentor endure everyone’s strange looks, his chest felt blocked by a massive stone.

In his eyes, his mentor had merely committed the sort of mistake every man in the world made. At worst, it was a flaw in private morality.

Could that erase a lifetime of achievements?

Using such despicable means to expose his mentor’s private affairs and ruin his reputation—Feng Zekai was utterly vicious!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

His eyes turned bloodshot as he glared furiously at Feng Zexuan.

His gaze was filled with anger and condemnation.

Feng Zexuan immediately sensed it and raised an eyebrow.

【Hm? Why’s that guy glaring at me? Did I dig up his ancestors’ graves or something?】

The system chimed in:

【Ding! Perhaps he’s jealous that you’re young, talented, devastatingly handsome, and exceptionally capable!】

【Tsk, now that’s a reason I like hearing.】

The corner of Feng Zexuan’s lips curled upward ever so slightly.

【But since he delivered himself right to my doorstep, I won’t be polite! System, let’s eat his melon!】

The system sounded excited.

【Ding! B-rank gossip loaded!】

【Wen Jingming, thirty-five years old. Li Wenyuan’s number one admirer, treating him as the idol of his life.】

Feng Zexuan: 【Oh ho, birds of a feather.】

Hearing the inner voice, Wen Jingming snorted coldly and straightened his chest even higher.

He considered himself upright and honorable. What did he have to fear?

The system continued:

【This man is stubborn and deeply misogynistic to his core. He firmly believes that “a woman’s virtue lies in her lack of talent.”】

【He has long known that his mentor kept mistresses outside, but not only did he feel no shame over it, he actually viewed it as something admirable.】

【In his eyes, women are replaceable at any time.】

【Tsk, an old fossil. Hopeless.】 Feng Zexuan mocked inwardly.

A sneer curled at Wen Jingming’s lips, the contempt in his eyes growing even stronger.

To him, romantic escapades were nothing for men.

If anything, they were proof of ability!

The expressions on the surrounding officials’ faces instantly became colorful.

Some sucked in cold breaths and covered their mouths.

Others looked away in disgust, as though even one more glance would dirty their eyes.

Several people were already struggling to suppress their grins.

【System, continue. Give me something juicy!】

The system seemed increasingly excited too.

【Host, high-energy warning ahead!】

【This Lecturer Wen, who worships Li Wenyuan like a god, is most proud of marrying a beautiful wife, taking in three lovely concubines, and having a house full of children.】

【But what he could never imagine in this lifetime… is that the six sons and three daughters born to his wife and concubines…】

The system deliberately dragged out the suspense.

【Not! A! Single! One! Is! His!】

【Every single child belongs to his most beloved mentor—Li Wenyuan!】

“Pfft!”

Feng Zexuan finally failed to hold back her laughter.

The sudden chuckle sounded especially sharp in the deathly silent office.

Wen Jingming froze where he stood, his entire body turning ice cold.

How… was that possible?

Impossible!

His lips trembled as he tried to refute it, but his throat felt gripped by an invisible hand.

Not a single word came out.

【Tragic. Absolutely tragic! Nine children, and not one of them is his!】

【System, double-check that. This is way too outrageous!】

【The data is conclusive! Wen Jingming suffers from congenital infertility. It is fundamentally impossible for him to impregnate women.】

【After years of marriage, his primary wife remained childless, so he took out his frustrations on her. Then he kept taking concubines, yet still got no results.】

【Because of this, he constantly beat and verbally abused the women in his household, calling them “hens that can’t lay eggs.”】

【Unable to endure the humiliation and powerless to resist, his wives and concubines turned their attention to Grand Scholar Li—who frequently visited the manor and treated them with “great care.”】

【And Wen Jingming’s alcohol tolerance is terrible. Every time he drank with his mentor, he’d collapse unconscious after just three cups.】

【Wasn’t that basically handing Li Wenyuan the perfect opportunity?】

Feng Zexuan: 【In the end, it was just revenge and self-preservation from his wives and concubines working together.】

The tiny trace of sympathy that had appeared on the officials’ faces instantly transformed into contempt.

Pity him? My ass!

He abused his wives and concubines while falsely accusing them of infertility, only for it to turn out that he was the one who couldn’t perform!

Served him right!

Meanwhile, Li Wenyuan—still “unconscious” on the desk—had cold sweat soaking through his back.

His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, barely even daring to breathe.

Wen Jingming’s ears rang loudly.

He could no longer hear anything.

Only one sentence echoed madly through his mind—

“Every single one belongs to Li Wenyuan!”

He remembered the “gratified” expression on his mentor’s face after his wives gave birth.

He remembered his mentor holding his “son,” praising him with:

“This child resembles both you and me. He carries the spirit of our generation.”

He remembered, long ago, drunkenly lamenting his lack of heirs, only for his mentor to pat his shoulder and comfort him:

“Jingming, children are determined by fate.”

So that was the “fate” he meant!

The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.

The more he once worshipped him, the more vicious his hatred became now.

His face twisted pale and distorted, his bloodshot eyes nearly splitting apart.

“Li! Wen! Yuan!”

The three words were practically ground out from the depths of his throat.

With a furious roar, he lunged forward!

He grabbed Li Wenyuan by the hair and forcibly yanked his “unconscious” head up from the desk!

“AHH—!”

Li Wenyuan could no longer keep pretending. A shrill scream of terror burst from his throat.

“Jingming! Have you gone mad?! Listen to my explanation!”

“Explanation my ass, you old bastard!”

Wen Jingming completely snapped.

Swinging his other fist with all his strength, he smashed it directly into Li Wenyuan’s old face.

Bang!

A heavy thud rang out.

“Quick! Stop him!”

“Someone’s going to die!”

Only then did the surrounding officials react, swarming forward to pull Wen Jingming away.

The desk overturned, scattering brushes, inkstones, paper, and ink everywhere.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Li Wenyuan broke free, blood pouring from his nose.

Lifting his robes, he scrambled toward the exit in utter panic.

“You old bastard! Stop right there!”

Roaring hysterically, Wen Jingming shook off the others and chased after him with bloodshot eyes.

He ran, he chased—there was no escape even with wings~

The entire Hanlin Academy descended into complete chaos.