Chapter 122 The Prince Consort Angrily Pushes the Shrew

Emperor Liu Sheng's words, "You have lost," were light, yet they carried more lethality than any humiliating words.

They were like a red-hot iron poker, ruthlessly branded onto Consort Pan Shimei's heart, burning away his last shred of pride.

He lay on the cold arena floor, his chest aching sharply, his throat tasting of blood, yet none of this was as intense as the humiliation in his heart.

It was over.

Completely over.

In the literary duel, he had been utterly defeated.

In the martial duel, he had been defeated in a single move.

He, Consort Pan Shimei, had thoroughly become the laughingstock of the entire capital.

The surrounding whispers were like countless sharp needles piercing his ears.

"I really didn't expect Imperial Son-in-law Pan to be so unable to take a hit."

"Not just unable to take a hit, he was practically incapable of fighting back."

"Don't call him a tiger cub of a military family anymore; calling him a kitten of a military family would be more fitting."

These words, accompanied by irrepressible sneers, trampled Consort Pan Shimei's last dignity underfoot, grinding it repeatedly.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, leaving them a bloody mess.

However, the most fatal blow came from his nominal wife, Second Princess Zhao Yueer.

Princess Zhao Yueer's pretty face was filled with malice as she hurried to the edge of the arena, looking down at him from above. There was not a shred of pity in her eyes, only bone-chilling coldness and disgust.

"Trash!"

She spoke, her voice shrill, echoing throughout the entire garden.

"You are a complete and utter piece of trash!"

"You've caused me to lose all face at my birthday banquet!"

Her temper was already fiery, and at this moment, she was beyond furious.

Consort Pan Shimei was the husband she had chosen; his humiliation was her humiliation.

She pointed at Consort Pan Shimei's nose and cursed him roundly.

"Look at you. In the literary duel, could you even compete with Chief Steward Liu?"

"In the martial duel, you couldn't even touch a single finger of his!"

"Tell me, besides being born into a good family—the Pan family—what use are you? Huh?"

"I must have been blind to have taken a fancy to a worthless piece of trash like you!"

The more Princess Zhao Yueer cursed, the angrier she became, her chest heaving violently.

She could say whatever she wanted; whether she called him trash or incompetent, Consort Pan Shimei could grit his teeth and endure it.

But she shouldn't have compared him to Emperor Liu Sheng.

And she especially shouldn't have said he was inferior to Emperor Liu Sheng in every way.

That was the deepest thorn in his heart.

"You are not worthy of being my man!"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely detonating the anger and resentment that had been building up in Consort Pan Shimei's heart.

A surge of blood rushed to his head.

"Shut up!"

He leaped up from the ground, his eyes blood-red, looking like a madman.

Princess Zhao Yueer was startled by his appearance, but immediately became even more furious.

"You dare yell at me?"

She stepped forward and raised her hand, intending to slap his face.

"Today I will..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Consort Pan Shimei had already lost his reason.

In extreme anger and humiliation, without a second thought, he extended his hands and gave the approaching Princess Zhao Yueer a violent shove.

"Get lost!"

He used all his strength.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, Princess Zhao Yueer was pushed back several steps by the immense force, stumbled, and fell onto her backside.

The entire scene fell into instant silence.

All laughter and whispers ceased at this moment.

Everyone widened their eyes, looking at the scene before them in disbelief.

The Imperial Son-in-law pushed the Princess down?

This... this is going to bring the sky down!

Princess Zhao Yueer lay on the ground, her hair disheveled, her clothes in disarray, looking utterly wretched.

She was stunned at first, seemingly unable to process what had happened.

A few seconds later, she realized that she, the Second Princess of the current dynasty, had actually been pushed to the ground by her own Imperial Son-in-law in front of everyone.

A sense of unprecedented humiliation instantly swallowed her.

Her face turned from white to red, then from red to green, and finally became livid.

"Consort... Pan... Shimei!"

She squeezed the name out word by word through her teeth, her voice hoarse and filled with endless malice.

"You are courting death!"

She scrambled up from the ground like an enraged lioness, her eyes burning with raging fire.

"Someone, come here!" she shrieked.

"Where are the guards? Where the hell did they go!"

A group of guards heard her, rushed over, and knelt on the ground.

"Your Highness, please calm your anger!"

"Calm my anger?" Princess Zhao Yueer looked like a madwoman. She pointed at Consort Pan Shimei, who was still stunned in place, and issued an order that made everyone's hair stand on end.

"Drag him down for me!"

"Castrate him!"

"Now! Immediately! Right now!"

She almost roared the last two words.

Castrate him?

All the guests present felt a "buzz" in their brains, leaving them blank.

They suspected they had misheard.

The Princess wanted to... castrate the Imperial Son-in-law in public?

This... this is just too ruthless!

Consort Pan Shimei was also completely stunned.

He had just acted in a moment of desperation and hadn't thought about the consequences at all.

Hearing this order now, he felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

"No... don't..."

Terrified out of his wits, he turned and wanted to run.

But how could he outrun the fierce guards?

Two guards, one on the left and one on the right, instantly pinned him to the ground like they were catching a chick.

"Princess, spare my life! Your Highness, spare me!"

Consort Pan Shimei struggled desperately, crying out, his voice filled with fear.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

However, Princess Zhao Yueer's face held only a cold, ferocious look.

She glanced at the saber at the waist of a guard nearby, a flash of ruthlessness appearing in her eyes.

"Trash! You can't even handle this small matter well!"

She snatched the saber, and amidst the terrified gazes of the crowd, she walked step by step toward Consort Pan Shimei, who was being held down tightly.

The snow-white blade flashed with a grim, cold light in the sunlight.

The garden was so quiet one could hear everyone's heartbeat.

Everyone's eyes were focused on that cold-flashing saber.

Princess Zhao Yueer held the sharp blade, walking step by step toward Consort Pan Shimei.

There was not a shred of hesitation on her face, only a kind of near-maniacal satisfaction.

Today, she would not only ruin this man who had brought her shame, but she would also let everyone see what the consequences were for offending Princess Zhao Yueer.

Consort Pan Shimei was pinned tightly to the ground by two strong guards, unable to move.

Watching the blade draw closer and closer, he was so terrified that tears and snot streamed down his face, and he babbled incoherently.

"Yueer! No! Your Highness!"

"For the sake of us being husband and wife, please spare me this once!"

"I will never dare again! I will be a beast of burden for you! Please..."

However, his pleas for mercy only earned him an even more contemptuous sneer from Princess Zhao Yueer.

Husband and wife?

She had never considered him her husband.

He was merely a decoration forced upon her by her Imperial Father to appease the Pan family.

A piece of trash she had looked down upon from the very beginning.

Now, this piece of trash dared to make her lose face in public.

Unforgivable!

"Do it!"

Princess Zhao Yueer did not do it herself; she found it dirty.

She threw the knife at the feet of the guard captain, her voice as cold as ice.

The guard captain shuddered, picked up the knife, and showed a difficult expression.

This was, after all, the Imperial Son-in-law, the son of General Pan.

Just like this...