SBCEJM -Chapter 17 Kicking Down the Door to Catch the Affair! This Gossip Is Poisonous!

Jingren Palace.

The three of them arrived at Consort Xian’s residence, Jingren Palace. A palace maid spotted them and was just about to run inside to announce their arrival when the Emperor stopped her with a single look.

The Emperor waved a hand indifferently.

The eunuch behind him immediately understood and led several imperial guards forward, silently restraining every servant in the palace.

Feng Huai’an followed behind, his heart practically leaping into his throat.

The Son of Heaven catching an adulterous affair.

Good heavens—he had lived more than forty years and never once dared dream of witnessing something like this.

The three of them pressed themselves beneath the bedroom window, and the voices inside drifted out clearly.

The man’s voice was gentle, but filled with suppressed bitterness.

“Xian’er… these years, you’ve suffered.”

“Just endure a little longer. Soon, we’ll finally be free.”

Consort Xian’s soft, alluring voice sounded next, but it was soaked in bone-deep hatred and twisted pleasure.

“Mhm, Brother Xiao. As long as I can avenge my entire clan, what does a little suffering matter?”

“Every time I have to force myself to smile at that old man, I feel so disgusted I want to vomit!”

“I wish I could tear into his flesh and devour him alive!”

Old man!

The instant those two words entered Xiao Juechen’s ears, a sharp pain stabbed through his chest like a poisoned dagger repeatedly plunging into his heart.

Veins bulged at his temples, fury surging in his eyes.

“BANG—!”

A deafening explosion rang out!

The intricately carved nanmu bedroom door was kicked clean off its hinges by Xiao Juechen!

The wooden door crashed onto the golden-tiled floor and instantly shattered into pieces.

The intimate atmosphere inside the room was violently ripped apart.

A woman’s terrified scream pierced the silence.

“AHH—! Y-Your Majesty!”

Feng Zexuan reflexively shut her eyes.

【Live broadcast! This is way too exciting!】

【This old emperor could definitely make the national football team with that kick!】

Inside the hall, a handsome man dressed in the uniform of a guard commander was tightly shielding the scantily clad Consort Xian in his arms.

The moment they recognized the Emperor, the affection on their faces froze into horror before turning deathly pale.

“Seize them.”

The Emperor’s voice held no warmth at all.

The imperial guards stepped forward and forced the pair to their knees.

Yet in the face of death, there was no fear in their eyes—only a tragic smile of relief.

“Xiao Juechen!”

Consort Xian did not beg for mercy. Instead, she lifted her head and stared directly at the Emperor, laughing madly.

“You never expected this, did you? Back then, in order to seize the throne, you framed my Wen family and slaughtered over three hundred members of my clan!”

“I entered the palace for one reason only—to kill you!”

“Every single day and night, I’ve lived in hatred! I wanted you to taste what it feels like to be betrayed by the person closest to you!”

Her words shot toward the Emperor like poisoned arrows.

At last, a crack finally appeared in Xiao Juechen’s usually unreadable expression.

The Wen family?

He remembered now.

Years ago, the Wen family had colluded with enemy forces and plotted alongside the deposed Crown Prince to overthrow the court.

The evidence had been overwhelming—an ironclad case.

He himself had personally written the vermilion verdict ordering the extermination of the entire Wen clan.

Had he been wrong?

No.

He had done nothing wrong.

The path of an emperor had always been paved with corpses and blood.

For the sake of the empire and the stability of the realm, forget one Wen family—even ten Wen families would have met the same fate.

This foolish woman had merely been used as someone else’s blade, yet still believed she was carrying out revenge.

Utterly laughable.

Xiao Juechen couldn’t even be bothered to explain a single word to the woman who had betrayed him.

“Xiao Juechen! You cold-blooded tyrant! You slaughtered my family—I curse you… may your bloodline end and may you die horribly!”

Just as the guards moved to gag her, she exchanged a glance with Brother Xiao, and the two of them groaned almost simultaneously.

Black blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.

The sweet metallic scent of blood instantly spread through the room.

They had hidden deadly poison between their teeth long ago.

The moment their scheme was exposed would also be the moment of their deaths—and the end of their revenge.

If they could not share the same bed in life, then they would share the same grave in death.

The Emperor stared at the two corpses still warm on the floor and remained silent for a long time.

In the end, he uttered only three words.

“Dispose of them.”

Standing outside the hall, Feng Zexuan watched as those dragon-embroidered boots paused briefly beside the bloodstains before turning away.

…

After leaving the palace, Feng Zexuan used her qinggong to fly off, leaving her still-dazed father far behind.

The moment she returned to Tingfeng Courtyard, she shut the door.

【System! Quick! Settlement time! Let’s see how much I earned today!】

【Ding! Congratulations, Host, for successfully consuming the gossip “Royal Avengers Alliance”! Reward: 6,000 S-rank Gossip Points! Together with Liu Hong’s previous gossip worth 10,000 points, your current total is now 80,000 points!】

Eighty thousand…

Still painfully far from one million.

Her brother was still lying in bed, fully conscious while enduring the torment of being unable to move.

【Sigh… System, look at other people’s systems. They all give newbie gift packs at the start, but you’re so stingy…】

【Ahem! This system went through data initialization recently and forgot! Forgot, okay?!】

The system’s voice carried obvious guilt.

【Fine! Tell me what compensation you want! As long as it’s not too excessive, this system will grant it!】

【Really?】 Feng Zexuan’s eyes lit up. 【Do you have anything that can at least restore my brother’s basic ability to take care of himself?】

【Found one! “Basic Physical Restoration Fluid”! It can restore upper-body mobility! Since this is newbie compensation, no Gossip Points will be charged!】

Success! Free loot acquired!

Overjoyed, Feng Zexuan also spent 5,000 Gossip Points to exchange for an upgraded version of the pills, intending to use them to report back to her father.

Holding the pale green vial, she quickly headed toward her brother’s Tingzhu Courtyard.

The moment she entered, she saw a servant clumsily trying to feed Feng Zekai water, spilling it all over him.

A gentle smile hung on Feng Zekai’s face, but the embarrassment in his eyes could not be concealed.

“You may all leave.”

Feng Zexuan dismissed the servants.

“Xuan’er.” Seeing her, the awkwardness in Feng Zekai’s eyes softened into warmth.

“How were things at court today?”

“Amazing! I ate so much gossip I’m practically stuffed!”

Feng Zexuan grinned as she scooted closer.

“I’ll tell you everything later!”

“Brother, drink this!”

She held the restoration fluid to his lips.

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Zekai drank it all in one gulp.

A cool sensation slid into his stomach before transforming into countless warm currents flowing through his rigid limbs.

A faint itch spread through his numb arms—an unfamiliar sensation after so long.

He tried moving his fingers.

They moved!

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his own hand.

Then, using the strength in his arms, he supported his stiff upper body and slowly… sat upright.

The movement was sluggish, yet filled with strength.

“That’s great, Brother!” Feng Zexuan’s eyes reddened with excitement.

The door was suddenly pushed open as Feng Huai’an and Li Yunluo entered.

The moment they saw their son sitting upright in bed, both froze on the spot.

“Kai’er!”

Li Yunluo covered her mouth as tears instantly poured down her face.

Feng Huai’an rushed to the bedside in a single stride and grabbed his son’s hand. Feeling the warmth in his palm, his entire body trembled with emotion.

“Father. Mother.”

Feng Zekai smiled, his own eyes turning red.

“It was Xuan’er… Xuan’er found a miraculous medicine…”

Feng Zexuan immediately picked up the story, smoothly spinning the tale about “encountering a mysterious master and receiving divine medicine.”

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, and her hand instinctively reached toward the pouch hidden in her sleeve.

Inside was still a cold little porcelain bottle.

“Father, there’s also this one—for His Majesty. You know what it’s for.”

The exaggerated wink and grin on her face made Feng Huai’an both amused and helpless.

The joy of surviving disaster finally swept away the lingering gloom that had hung over the household for days.