SBCEJM -Chapter 200 The Life of the Censor-in-Chief’s Roof Beam! Leaving His Bride Alone on the Wedding Night?

The system lowered its voice, carrying a teasing tone.

【Host, your father has a special habit—he likes to sleep on roof beams.】

【He literally sleeps on the horizontal beam under the roof!】

Feng Zexuan’s brain froze.

【What? A roof beam? That can even sleep on?】

【Is my father some kind of bat spirit?】

The entire hall was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

General Chu turned to look at Feng Huai’an, his expression complicated—are you sick in the head?

The Crown Prince covered his mouth with his sleeve, his shoulders trembling violently.

He thought to himself: a dignified Censor-in-Chief, hanging on a roof beam to sleep at night…

The image was too beautiful. He really didn’t dare think further.

Xiao Juechen stared at Feng Huai’an, a rare smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

Strict and incorruptible in court by day… and sleeping on a roof beam at night?

Lord Feng… interesting.

Feng Huai’an stood in the ranks, his back straight as a rod.

Thankfully, after Fang Ziqin’s public naked run incident, sleeping on a beam… was something he could barely endure.

He originally thought no second person in this lifetime would ever know about it—yet his own daughter had exposed him.

【System, why does my dad sleep on roof beams?】

Feng Zexuan was full of questions.

【Does he train qinggong? Or have some special belief?】

【It all started when he was seven.】

The system began to explain:

【Your father had a nightmare!】

【He dreamed he was sleeping in bed when, in the middle of the night, a black shadow broke in. A flash of cold light—the blade went straight for his neck!】

【In the dream, he felt a chill at his throat, and blood gushed out!】

【That was shortly after he heard about a magistrate in the neighboring county being assassinated at night, and it became his first nightmare.】

【Seven-year-old him was so scared he didn’t dare close his eyes all night!】

Feng Zexuan gasped.

【Damn… that’s terrifying.】

【Exactly! After waking up, he lay in bed with his eyes wide open the entire night!】

【At dawn the next day, he stared at the beam above his head—a beam wide enough for a grown man—and suddenly had an idea.】

【He had recently heard storytellers say that martial experts sometimes slept in treetops, gaining a high vantage point to detect danger early.】

【A beam is so high—assassins couldn’t possibly fly up there, right? And from up there, he could see the whole room. Anyone entering would be visible at a glance!】

【That night, he climbed up, laid out a blanket, and from then on… slept there.】

The ministers exchanged looks.

That reasoning… actually made sense? But sleeping on a beam…

Feng Zexuan tried hard not to laugh.

【Hahaha! My dad’s thinking is way too weird!】

【If an assassin really came, wouldn’t they just look up and see him immediately?】

【And sleeping up there—what if he rolled over and fell in the middle of the night and broke his legs?】

【He wouldn’t fall!】

The system’s tone was full of amusement.

【He tied himself with two movable ropes, securing both upper and lower body before sleeping, making it very hard to fall.】

Feng Zexuan burst out laughing.

【Hahahaha! My dad was that silly when he was young?】

The ministers all struggled to hold back laughter. Some coughed to cover it, some lowered their heads and rubbed their noses, and others shook their shoulders silently.

Prime Minister Lin turned away from Feng Huai’an, afraid he would laugh out loud.

The Minister of Revenue simply stared at the floor tiles, trying hard to stay composed.

Feng Huai’an himself wanted to cover his face.

As Censor-in-Chief, he had faced countless storms in court—yet he never expected that one day his childhood stupidity would be exposed in front of the entire court.

Worse still… it was his own daughter who exposed it!

He sighed deeply in his heart: forget it… it’s all because I was too foolish back then…

The system continued its revelations.

【The servants in the household all thought he had some martial training habit, sleeping on beams every night to meditate!】

【In reality… he was just wrapped in a blanket lying there sleeping!】

【Once your grandfather came to look for him at night and couldn’t find him anywhere, even thinking he had sneaked out!】

【Then he looked up… and saw your father lying on the beam, wrapped in a blanket, sleeping soundly and even snoring!】

【Your grandfather was completely petrified!】

Feng Zexuan laughed so hard she bent over.

【What about my mother?】

【My father slept on the beam while my mother slept alone on the bed?】

【At first, yes.】

The system chuckled twice.

【On the first night of their wedding when your father was twenty…】

【Your mother was lying in bed waiting for him. After waiting a long time, she realized he was missing.】

【She thought he had run away and searched the whole room in panic.】

【Then she looked up—and saw your father sleeping soundly on the beam, wrapped in a blanket.】

Feng Zexuan was laughing so hard her stomach hurt.

【What was my mother’s reaction? She must’ve exploded, right?】

【She froze for a long time, then grabbed a pillow and threw it at him!】

【While hitting him she shouted: “Feng Huai’an, you bastard! You ran to the beam on our wedding night?”】

【”Do you look down on me?”】

【”Get down here!”】

【”Get down right now!”】

【Your father was woken up and nearly fell from the beam in shock.】

【He quickly explained he wasn’t doing it on purpose—it was just habit.】

【Your mother was so angry she didn’t sleep all night and returned to her parents’ home the next morning.】

【Your father panicked and knelt at her family’s door for half an hour before she finally agreed to see him.】

【He swore he would never sleep on the beam again and even wrote a guarantee letter with his fingerprint.】

【Only then did your mother calm down and return with him.】

【But for the next half month, your mother checked every night whether he secretly climbed the beam again.】

Feng Zexuan’s older brother covered his mouth, shoulders shaking.

Their father actually had such a ridiculous side?

Xiao Juechen’s lips curled slightly, eyes full of amusement.

Lord Feng… truly interesting.

【And later?】

Feng Zexuan pressed on.

【My mother couldn’t have just let it go like that, right?】

【Later, your mother came up with a solution.】

【She had a carpenter widen that beam by double, polished it smooth, and laid thick cushions and bedding on it.】

【That way, they could lie side by side—your father on the outer side near the wall, and she on the inner side.】

【Although they were still on the beam, at least they didn’t sleep separately anymore.】

【Your father was deeply moved and treated your mother even better afterward.】

Feng Zexuan clicked her tongue.

【My mother really spoiled my father… if it were me, I would’ve kicked him straight off the beam.】

Feng Huai’an’s throat tightened.

Yunluo… I’m sorry…

【After marriage, your father eventually changed the habit of sleeping on beams to make your mother happy.】

【But the fear caused by that nightmare never completely disappeared.】

【Although he could sleep on a bed, deep down he still felt it wasn’t safe enough.】

【So… he developed another ridiculous habit that would make people laugh and cry at the same time.】

Feng Zexuan’s eyes lit up.

【What habit?】

The ministers also perked up their ears.

There’s more?

Just how many secrets did Lord Feng have?

Feng Huai’an’s heartbeat quickened.

No way… don’t tell me even that is going to be exposed…