Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 73 - 72: Princely Heir, Where Are You Hurt?
Su Juan knelt down, directly causing her tears to fall, the pain made her doubt if her knees were shattered.
The Old Emperor held his forehead, unable to watch, "Minister Su, if you have grievances, just say it. There’s no need for such a grand gesture, get up quickly."
He feared this kind of kneeling would shorten his own life.
Su Juan shook her head in pain, tears spilling, and lamented to the Old Emperor, "Your Majesty, half a year ago Your Majesty bestowed marriage upon me, marrying into the Prince Jing Mansion, I have always been grateful to Your Majesty and constantly reminded myself of the female code... to respect my husband and serve my parents-in-law, never daring to forget, even copying it over a hundred times..."
[Are you kidding me? If I get up now, the momentum will weaken, wouldn’t my kneeling just now be in vain?]
The Old Emperor: "..." Still, kneeling does not seem to improve the situation.
Song Qianfan’s thin lips were tightly pursed, staring at Su Juan. He hasn’t even settled scores with her for last night; he doesn’t even dare walk quickly now, yet she has the face to run to the Emperor and complain!
Was it actually her who copied that female code!?
Prince Jing’s eyes were obscured, watching Su Juan. He had long predicted this day would come, but didn’t expect it to come so soon.
Su Juan continued to cry, "Your Majesty, I have always cherished Your Majesty’s grace, but now... I miss my parents at home, and cannot bear this fortune. I humbly ask Your Majesty to allow me to annul my marriage with the Princely Heir!"
With those words, she suddenly kowtowed, directly bowing to the ground, scaring everyone!
The Old Emperor even covered his eyes, not hearing any noise for a long time before he relaxed his hand, feigning composure.
This Su Juan, what kind of messy things are in her mind? Can’t she talk properly, instead of frighteningly bowing?
He had never been scared like this in his life, afraid Su Juan would knock herself dead right in the Golden Hall.
However, this time, Su Juan just lightly brushed the ground, afraid to break her forehead.
Duke Ping breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the girl had lost her wits.
Only then did the Old Emperor solemnly say, "Raise your head and respond."
Su Juan raised her head, two streaks of tears hung on her face.
The Old Emperor glanced at Song Qianfan and asked Su Juan, "Why do you wish to annul the marriage, have you suffered grievances in the Prince Mansion?"
Su Juan bit her lip, cautiously glanced at Song Qianfan, then retracted her gaze in fear, "No grievances, the Princely Heir has always been good to me, it’s just that I am unworthy of him."
Her timid and fearful demeanor nearly screamed: bullied and threatened into silence.
[You ask me, how should I respond?]
The Old Emperor: "?" If I don’t ask, how will you speak?
[I am currently a bullied and threatened pitiful weak woman, and you are the Emperor, a wise ruler, you should comprehend my unspeakable grievances!]
The Old Emperor: "..." He felt a crude phrase stuck in his throat unsure whether to speak it.
Duke Ping and the Chief Secretary nearly laughed out loud.
[Isn’t the strangulation mark on my neck by Song Qianfan clear enough?]
"Your Majesty..." Su Juan’s eyes filled with tears, [Old Emperor, look at your bestowed marriage, the husband constantly wants his wife’s life, no amount of fortune can withstand this!]
The Old Emperor squinted, indeed it was the Princely Heir who did it.
Song Qianfan, bursting with anger, rushed at Su Juan, "Su Juan! What nonsense are you spouting!"
Just as his palm was about to strike, Duke Ping reacted quickly, stepping forward, shielding the young lady behind him.
With a "snap", Prince Jing took two steps forward, slapped Song Qianfan’s face, voice angry, "Scoundrel! Before His Majesty, do you still not know your fault!?"
That slap was crisp and loud, no one expected Prince Jing to suddenly take action, his face flushed red, clearly out of anger.
Su Juan fearfully peeked out from behind Duke Ping to look at Song Qianfan, tears streaming, "Dear, I won’t say anymore, I won’t annul the marriage, please don’t hit me... I’m scared..."
Her demeanor made it hard not to suspect that Song Qianfan beat his wife daily at home.
Afraid her act wasn’t convincing enough, Su Juan desperately gave herself psychological cues, [He’s so fierce, if he dares to hit people before the Old Emperor, he’ll certainly kill me when we return boo-hoo-hoo.]
[I’m so scared, will he return and cut off Dongdong’s tongue...]
[How miserable am I, married to such a wicked and brutal husband, how soon after marriage he took a concubine, father-in-law protects him while mother-in-law advises me to be at ease... Never treated as family, the Old Emperor won’t allow me to annul the marriage, my life is so wretched!]
Her inner cries were so loud, even those outside the Golden Hall could hear, the ministers who hadn’t left couldn’t help but sympathize with Su Juan, the poor girl, fated to marry such a bastard.
Your Majesty is really muddled!
The Chief Secretary couldn’t help but feel relieved, grateful his daughter didn’t marry Song Qianfan; after the relief, a bit of guilt, as he had a part in this marriage arrangement.
The Old Emperor’s ears had nearly developed calluses, slightly narrowing his gaze at Prince Jing, father-in-law protection? Mother-in-law advising peace?
Prince Jing looked bewildered, when did he protect them?
He had disagreed from the start about his son taking concubines, how did this girl misunderstand him!?
The Old Emperor’s voice carried the irrefutable emperor’s wrath, "Princely Heir, you’ve got nerve!"
The emperor’s wrath, few could withstand, Song Qianfan knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty! I never intended to hit her, these are slanders!"
Su Juan’s eyes reddened, "Princely Heir truly didn’t intend to hit me..." [You actually meant to kill me!]
The Old Emperor’s thin lips pursed, visibly displeased, "The injury on her neck, is it not your doing?"
Song Qianfan was speechless: "... it was done by the minister."
Several gazes immediately took on disdain, truly unexpected, that the Princely Heir, famed for his talent, hid such a character privately.
Song Qianfan suddenly raised his head, "Minister only lashed out because she first injured me!"
Su Juan rolled her eyes, [Really turning black into white, where did I injure you?]
Song Qianfan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
The Chief Secretary and Duke Ping scrutinized Song Qianfan top to bottom, indeed, he looked fine, where was the injury?
[If you have evidence, show it to everyone!]
Several people: Yes! If there’s an injury, show it for all to see, we all believe in reason.
Song Qianfan’s veins throbbed, that place is not for public display!
Su Juan righteously: [Without evidence, don’t babble slanderously accusing others, alright?]
Several people: Indeed, have evidence, show it; if not, don’t babble slanderously accusing others.
Song Qianfan’s face reddened from anger, swallowing words into his stomach, a rebuttal driven silent by Su Juan.
Just then, the Old Emperor grew curious, his gaze fixated on Song Qianfan for a long time, asking, "Princely Heir, where are you injured?"
Placing a man’s dignity above all else, Song Qianfan couldn’t say a word: "..." Such a matter, today spoken, would be gossip tomorrow.
Others grew curious too, looking at Song Qianfan’s stammering, conflicted expression, where’s the injury?
Song Qianfan would never say, yet Su Juan already answered for him, [Of course, it’s his vital part that’s hurt!]
The crowd was shocked: "!"
Outside, the ministers were equally shocked: Incredible!
