Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 12: Murderous Intent Awakened

Song Qianfan’s face fell instantly, darkening at once, when a word hit the mark.

Su Juan appeared aggrieved yet obedient, "I understand."

She didn’t even ask Song Qianfan why; in her heart, there was a growing disdain for him.

[Only useless men bring home the anger they suffered outside. I thought Song Qianfan was just brainless, but it turns out he’s not only stupid and wicked but also self-righteous.]

Song Qianfan’s blood surged with anger, his fists clenched tightly under his sleeves, veins bulging, "You had better obey, or don’t blame me for sending you away from the Prince Jing Mansion tomorrow!"

At this moment, Song Qianfan was so overwhelmed with anger that he completely forgot that the marriage was decreed by the Emperor, not something he could simply end at will.

Moreover, to the Emperor, Su Juan had other uses.

When Su Juan heard these words, she was so frightened that she kneeled directly on the ground, looking up with a pale face, her eyes red, tears falling down, "Young Master, I will obey you, I wouldn’t dare have any other thoughts!"

"Don’t cast me away, without the Prince Mansion, where else can I go, Young Master!"

She was kneeling on the ground, wiping her tears, thinking whether to cling to a leg, as if weeping bitterly would seem more sincere.

But when she thought about it, she couldn’t get past that mental block.

She had a loathing for stupidity and didn’t want physical contact with a brainless person.

[Heavens above, if I, Su Juan, have any discontent, may Song Qianfan not die a good death, boohoo.]

Su Juan’s behavior was extremely mournful, appearing to be rather frightened by Song Qianfan’s words, afraid of being discarded and driven out of the mansion, she cried and pleaded to Song Qianfan.

Yet Song Qianfan became increasingly furious, lips tight, observing the deceptive face of Su Juan, how dare this woman deceive him so!

He clamped Su Juan’s smooth white neck with one hand, lifting her up forcefully, veins popping on his arm, murderous intent in his voice, "Do you think I don’t dare to kill you?"

Su Juan suddenly couldn’t breathe, her toes desperately trying to touch the ground, hot tears falling on his hand, hoarsely speaking, "Y... Young... Master..."

[... Could Song Qianfan really be thinking about killing me?]

[Killing me, the Heir Consort personally betrothed by the Old Emperor, would be a slap in the Emperor’s face...]

[Does he not want the position of Crown Prince anymore?]

[Ah... is he really that stupid!?]

Song Qianfan’s hand paused, yes, if he killed Su Juan now, it would be a slap to the Emperor’s face, certainly not beneficial for him.

Currently, few in court support him, whereas the Heir of Prince Han is more favored by the Emperor. If he were to displease the Emperor now, it might be difficult to gain favor in the future.

Weighing the pros and cons, Song Qianfan ultimately did not kill Su Juan, flinging her to the ground, causing her to fall and cough violently.

[Almost thought this lady was going to die here!]

[Seems Song Qianfan is still a coward, doesn’t dare to displease the Old Emperor for fear of ruining his path to the Crown Prince, ha.]

Song Qianfan lowered his eyes, his thoughts mostly guessed by Su Juan.

He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, methodically wiped his hands, "Su Juan, stay in the Prince Mansion and don’t play tricks, this Young Master might still keep you as the Heir Consort for the sake of being married."

"Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Leaving behind his warning, Song Qianfan threw the used handkerchief at Su Juan and left quickly, fearing to hear those annoying words from her heart again.

He could endure for a while, but not forever, afraid that in a fit of anger, he might actually kill Su Juan and ruin future plans.

Su Juan disdainfully picked up a corner of the handkerchief, as if it were contaminated, and quickly tossed it aside!

[Ugh, Song Qianfan is so careless, throwing used things everywhere, thinking his handkerchief is something everyone desires?]

Song Qianfan, who had already walked to the courtyard, heard this before he could quicken his pace.

The veins on his forehead popped, suppressing his anger, clutching the Buddhist beads taken from his wrist, continuously telling himself: small impatience spoils great plans.

[What a fine man and woman Princess Consort and Prince were, how could they end up with someone like you, causing the whole family to die without peace, truly bad luck from a past life.]

Song Qianfan stood frozen in the courtyard, what did that mean?

The whole family died without peace?

Who?

Who dared to want to harm his Prince Jing Mansion?

[Really wish to slice Song Qianfan up and send him back to reincarnate.]

[Does he think everyone is eager for him? If he could really cast me away, I’d be praying to gods and ancestors in thanks.]

[Threatening this lady with the position of Heir Consort, tsk, does he think I’m eager for him?]

[Doesn’t even consider what’s appealing about himself, old and unwashed perhaps?]

[Or does he think he speaks with authority?]

"Snap!" The Buddhist beads were abruptly broken by Song Qianfan, beads scattered all over the ground.

The maids around quickly scrambled to pick them up, their heads lowered, trembling in fear of punishment.

With a darkened expression, Song Qianfan left Su Juan’s courtyard.

Once his great plans succeed, he vowed to tear this woman to pieces to avenge his hatred.

...

At this time, Su Juan lay back on the soft couch in the house, engrossed in her book as if Song Qianfan choking her was just an illusion.

Nearby, Dongdong was applying medicine, her eyes were red, tears dropping like golden beans, "The Young Master is too harsh; even in anger, he shouldn’t have choked you!"

"Today at Liu Mansion, you barely said a word, why is the Young Master so angry with you? Clearly, he was upset at Miss Liu at Liu Mansion, had no outlet, and so he took it out on you when he got back!"

Su Juan’s eyebrows arched, "You’re quite smart, you guessed it all."

Seeing Su Juan smile, Dongdong felt even more sorrow for her, the Heir is like this, yet the Heir Consort still forces a smile.

"You are clearly no worse than Miss Liu, give it a few more years, your beauty will surpass even Miss Liu, the Young Master doesn’t know how to cherish you!"

"And that Miss Liu, knowing the Young Master is married, doesn’t keep her distance..."

"In the end, it’s you who suffers!"

Listening to Dongdong’s grievances for her, with that chubby cheek moving with emotion, Su Juan felt itchy, putting down the book and playfully pinching her face.

"Dongdong, Miss Liu is good-looking and talented, and she’s kind. We can curse the Young Master but let’s not drag Miss Liu into it!"

Su Juan smiled warmly, "Besides, look, I’m fine now, right?"

"Even if the Young Master is bold, he wouldn’t dare truly kill me, would he?"

Not to mention he’s a coward now, even if he ascends the throne one day, at most I’ll just start over with the system on hand, why fear?

Su Juan genuinely didn’t take these childish antics of Song Qianfan seriously.

But the more Su Juan smiled, the more Dongdong felt grievance for her, crying with red eyes, her master’s fate is so unfortunate, stuck with the Young Master’s capricious temper.

Her master repeatedly endured and retreated, yet the Young Master wouldn’t let go!

Poor master will have to continue suffering in this Prince Mansion for the rest of her life.