Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 74 - 73: Then Let Us Divorce
The Old Emperor almost slipped off his dragon throne.
Several gazes landed on Song Qianfan, looking him up and down with complex expressions, mixed with a bit of sympathy. That position was indeed not something one would want to show off.
No wonder Prince Jing usually walks with confidence, but today his steps are slow. Turns out he got hurt in a sensitive area!
Some were curious, wondering how one could get hurt there.
[I kicked really hard at that time.]
Everyone, upon hearing this, tightened their legs. How hard did the Vice Director kick for the Princely Heir to take two steps and then stop?
The Old Emperor coughed twice, his gaze on Song Qianfan, softening his tone a little, "Prince, do you need me to summon the Imperial Physician to take a look?"
[The Old Emperor is actually quite nice!]
Prince Jing nodded repeatedly, just about to agree, when Song Qianfan interrupted him, his face turning red and white, "Your Majesty, this humble servant is fine, there’s no need to trouble the Imperial Physician."
[Wow, so strong! Applause for you!]
Duke Ping wiped cold sweat for Su Juan. The kick could be light or heavy, but if kicked too hard, it could be disabling!
If it really got disabled, and people from Prince Jing Mansion pursued it, this little girl wouldn’t be laughing then.
If Song Qianfan really took off his pants to let others check, no matter how eloquent she is today, she’d lose face.
But obviously, Su Juan understood Song Qianfan’s temperament very well. Even if he died in the Golden Hall today, he wouldn’t take off his pants for a check. After all, in his heart, he’s destined to be Emperor, and his dignity is worth more than anything.
The courtiers sighed, literally every family has its difficulties.
Su Juan nearly put her hands on her hips: [If you have the guts, then take it off and show us all the injury. I’ll admit it without saying a word!]
Song Qianfan’s fists clenched audibly under his sleeves. Su! Juan!
The Old Emperor coughed sharply, "Enough, since the Princely Heir is uninjured, let’s continue..."
He paused, his face showing some embarrassment, "What were we just talking about?"
It was only now that everyone realized, after Su Juan’s interruption, they’d forgotten everything they were discussing, only thinking about Song Qianfan’s injury.
It was Su Juan who reminded, "Your Majesty was talking about agreeing to let me and the Princely Heir divorce."
The Old Emperor frowned, "Is that what we were talking about?"
The courtiers were a bit puzzled too, was that really the topic?
Su Juan: "Your Majesty, indeed we were talking about this."
She kept a straight face, even making the Old Emperor confused, [Speed up the process, stop dragging it out, Lord Qiu is still outside waiting eagerly.]
Qiu Chuchong straightened his official uniform and hat, ready to enter the Golden Hall at any time.
He glanced behind him, waving his hand, indicating it’s better for them to leave soon if there was nothing important.
Yet the courtiers outside had ears pricked like rabbits, curiosity driving them to stay, no one wanting to miss such a grand drama, something they could chat about for days with their families.
The Old Emperor suddenly remembered, earlier Song Qianfan complained that Su Juan wronged him, saying he was injured too.
But Song Qianfan refused the Imperial Physician, how to continue...what, force him to take off his pants for proof?
[Why is he not talking, my knees are about to go numb kneeling here...]
Duke Ping coughed lightly, "Your Majesty, we indeed were discussing that matter."
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Duke Ping was helping Su Juan, but no one exposed it.
The Old Emperor flicked his sleeve, giving Su Juan a warning glance, alright, let’s assume that’s what we were on.
This girl doesn’t understand His Majesty’s difficulties and intentions at all. There’s plenty of food, drink, and shelter in Prince Jing Mansion, couldn’t she just endure a bit longer?
Su Juan’s tears were streaming down, "Your Majesty, I truly don’t know how to live in the future, please allow me to leave Prince Jing Mansion and divorce the Princely Heir."
Song Qianfan was fuming earlier, his eyes were red, but now he realized he had fallen into Su Juan’s trap. If they really divorced, he’d be the laughing stock of all Da Jin tomorrow.
Marrying a merchant’s daughter and then divorcing her, utterly ridiculous!
Kneeling on the floor, his tone had calmed, "Your Majesty, the Heir Consort and I were merely having a minor dispute, the Heir Consort is just in a bit of a mood, I’m sorry to have made you witness that."
The Old Emperor finally felt a bit relaxed, with the Princely Heir’s current attitude, the matter would be easier to solve.
After all, the marriage was granted just over half a year ago, immediately allowing a divorce would only make him seem like an Emperor without authority, all just empty words?
The Old Emperor looked at Su Juan, with a sigh, it’s unjust to this girl, a gift or two for comfort later, and the divorce can be considered. Just give it another two or three years, we can discuss again.
Yet before he could speak, Su Juan’s voice piped up first.
[What kind of minor dispute is this where you want to strangle someone, you think the Old Emperor is blind like you, believing your nonsense?]
The conciliatory words the Old Emperor wanted to say were stuck in his throat.
Song Qianfan gritted his teeth, his face wearing a genial smile, "When this humble servant returns to the mansion, I will certainly explain it well to the Heir Consort."
Su Juan wept like a pear blossom in the rain, "Your Majesty, I have nothing more to say to the Princely Heir, the bonds of marriage are over..."
[Explain well? I bet you still want to kill me, last time you sent a dozen death warriors to chase me, this time you want to strangle me, next time you’d probably poison me.]
Su Juan rolled her eyes, [You brainless dog, I should have kicked you crippled last night.]
Upon hearing this, everyone tightened their legs, feeling pain on behalf of Song Qianfan.
Although Song Qianfan was at fault, how could a wife be this fierce?
The Old Emperor’s expression changed, brainless dog?
His lips tightly pursed, his eyes, which were just watching the drama, now shone with coldness. Su Juan often used the term ’brainless’ to scold, but it was always aimed at one person—her so-called future Crown Prince, known to the people as the tyrant, the sinner of a chaotic world.
Now, she also scolds the same way.
The Old Emperor’s eyes narrowed slightly, is it a coincidence, or is the person she referred to, actually Song Qianfan?
Considering recent events, this nephew has indeed changed a lot, raising death warriors, privately contacting courtiers, attempting to murder his legal wife, from formerly praised to infamous now...
If he had always been that way, among the younger generation, indeed he would have been adopted and made Crown Prince.
Looking at the kneeling nephew below, the Old Emperor suddenly felt that he was aging, his vision worsening, not realizing this seemingly simple and good-natured nephew had a heart full of ambition.
He spoke solemnly, "Then let the divorce be."
Song Qianfan’s forced smile froze on his face, and Su Juan was also stunned.
Su Juan: "?" [What? How come he agreed?]
The Old Emperor: "?" Isn’t this what you wanted?
The courtiers: "???" Is the Heir Consort out of her mind?
