SBCEJM -Chapter 232 The Third Prince Wet Himself! This Woman Is Even Scarier Than Feng Zexuan!

【It’s here, it’s here! High-energy warning ahead! Non-combat personnel, evacuate immediately!】

The system shrieked excitedly in Feng Zexuan’s mind, practically blowing out its speakers as it sounded the alarm.

Almost at the same moment—

A replay video suddenly appeared before Feng Zexuan’s eyes.

And above her head, an enormous “scroll” unfolded out of thin air.

The blurry image sharpened little by little, like ink spreading across paper, until the scene finally settled into focus.

In that instant, the solemn and majestic Golden Throne Hall transformed into a fully immersive private cinema for the entire court.

Every civil and military official held their breath instinctively.

Pair after pair of eyes locked onto the “living” scroll in the air, afraid to miss even a single detail.

Even the old ministers who usually liked to nap during court had their eyes opened wide now, more alert than when listening to an imperial decree.

Inside the scene, the atmosphere was both alluring and bizarre.

On a carved redwood canopy bed, silk curtains hung half-open.

Third Prince Xiao Mingrui lay sprawled weakly across the bed, his luxurious robe torn open to reveal his well-defined chest.

His face was flushed red. The eyes that normally brimmed with arrogance and gloom now held only shock, vigilance, and humiliation with nowhere to hide.

He wanted to move—

But his entire body felt boneless and limp.

And seated astride his waist was a petite young girl.

Her slender waist looked delicate enough to break with a single grasp, yet she firmly suppressed the tall prince beneath her, creating an intensely striking visual contrast.

【Holy crap! This composition! This position! Spicy!】

The little person inside Feng Zexuan’s mind had already dragged over a stool and grabbed a handful of melon seeds.

【Host, this system has activated 4K Blu-ray uncensored mode. I guarantee you can even see every single sweat hair on the Third Prince’s abs clearly!】

The system reported eagerly like a shameless lackey.

Minister of War Zhang Hui’s third daughter—

Zhang Raoyue.

She wore a simple white dress. Her long black hair was loosely pinned up with only a wooden hairpin, exposing her smooth and full forehead.

Several damp strands clung to her cheeks, making her palm-sized face look even more innocent and harmless, her skin white as snow.

Those large round almond-shaped eyes brimmed with tears.

The tears gathered slowly before condensing into one perfect droplet—

Then fell precisely onto the Third Prince’s tense abdominal muscles.

Drip.

A tiny circle of cool moisture spread across his skin.

“Your Highness, you’re awake.”

Her voice was soft and sweet as it slipped into his ears.

Xiao Mingrui opened his mouth, only able to produce a hoarse rasp from his throat without forming a single word.

Zhang Raoyue completely ignored the fear and murderous intent in his eyes.

Unhurriedly, she opened a thick book resting nearby, her slender fingertips brushing over the densely packed tiny script inside.

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zhang Raoyue. Minister of War Zhang Hui is my father.”

She paused and lifted those misty eyes, clearly reflecting Xiao Mingrui’s current miserable state.

“I… have admired Your Highness for three years and forty-two days.”

Her tone was calm, as though discussing today’s weather, yet Xiao Mingrui’s brow twitched violently.

“Three years ago, at the autumn hunting grounds, Your Highness drew your bow and shot down a wild goose.”

“That arrow… looked beautiful.”

Her voice carried the purest infatuation of a young girl’s first love.

“Two years ago, during the Lantern Festival, you released a lantern by the river. The wish you spoke aloud was ‘peace and prosperity for the nation.’”

“But on the note hidden inside the lantern, you secretly wrote: ‘May everyone I hate go die.’”

At that point, she suddenly laughed softly.

On the dragon throne above, Emperor Xiao Juechen narrowed his deep eyes instantly, a sharp glint flashing through them.

That unfilial son!

To make such a vicious wish before the gods themselves!

Her laughter carried a bizarre intimacy, as though saying No one in this world understands you like I do.

“Last year on your birthday, the Crown Prince gifted you a jade ruyi scepter. You thanked him to his face, then smashed it afterward and fed the pieces to the koi in the pond.”

Among the officials, Crown Prince Xiao Mingxuan was furious.

That Third Brother really was trash!

What a waste of my good intentions!

“And also…”

One thing after another.

Incident after incident.

She revealed every secret Xiao Mingrui had never told another soul.

Some details were so old that even he himself had nearly forgotten them.

The color gradually drained from Xiao Mingrui’s face, his suspicion completely turning into terror.

He felt like someone stripped naked in public, every secret exposed beyond concealment.

This woman…

Was terrifying!

【Damn! This isn’t even obsessive-fan behavior anymore, okay?! This is full-time surveillance! She’s ten thousand times more dedicated than paparazzi!】

Feng Zexuan gasped inwardly.

The entire court barely dared to breathe.

Minister Zhang Hui’s body swayed violently. His face had gone beyond pale, turning bluish-purple.

He stared fixedly at the daughter in the image as his lips trembled, looking seconds away from fainting.

Was this really his obedient, adorable daughter?

This was clearly a vengeful ghost wearing his daughter’s skin!

In the image, Zhang Raoyue continued smiling, but the sweetness in her smile had vanished, replaced with a chilling eeriness.

“Your Highness, I’ve been observing you for a very long time.”

In her hands was that thick book.

Written across the cover in elegant yet forceful calligraphy were three words—

“Daily Records.”

Daily Records?!

Feng Zekai sucked in a sharp breath.

Only imperial historians used that term for recording an emperor’s words and actions…

Zhang Raoyue had actually treated herself as the Third Prince’s personal court historian?

This was both outrageous and… insane!

She gently placed the book atop the prince’s firm chest.

“This is the Daily Records I wrote for you. It documents every word you’ve spoken, every action, every smile over the past three years.”

Her fingertips stroked the cover lovingly with almost pathological affection.

“For example, recently you’ve become very fond of Scholar Liu at Qingfeng Residence. Every time you return from seeing him, the corners of your mouth lift three degrees higher than usual, carrying a kind of… sinister satisfaction.”

Her tone remained calm, yet every word stabbed straight into his heart.

“You’ve sent him gifts seven times. He rejected all seven.”

“You were so angry you smashed the brush stand in your study and cursed at empty air for half an hour, calling him ‘blind to favors.’”

“And the drug you put in the wine last night was called Soft Tendon Powder. Combined with Hehuan Seduction Incense, it becomes colorless and odorless.”

“You wanted to… force cooked rice into a finished meal, didn’t you?”

She lifted her head, those clear watery eyes staring directly into Xiao Mingrui’s.

That gaze seemed capable of piercing through flesh itself, dragging every filthy, dark thought hidden in his heart—

Out into broad daylight for all to see.

“You—!”

When Liu Qi’an was mentioned, Xiao Mingrui suddenly realized—

He himself had drunk the spiked wine originally prepared for someone else!

Extreme humiliation and fury exploded into savage killing intent in his eyes as his teeth ground audibly.

This woman knew far too much!

She had to die!

He wanted to flip her over and snap her slender neck—

But his body was like a puddle of mud. He couldn’t even lift a finger.

All his murderous intent solidified into powerless rage.

【Dear god! Look at that expression! The Third Prince seriously wants to skin her alive!】

Feng Zexuan watched with immense enjoyment.

Crown Prince Xiao Mingxuan quietly swallowed, a chill crawling down his spine.

This melon…

Was getting hard to digest.

Some ministers were so frightened their legs went weak, their faces filled with relief at surviving disaster:

Thank heavens their own daughters were merely spoiled and bratty, not… monsters like this.

Zhang Raoyue completely ignored his murderous intent.

She merely opened the book again leisurely—the book deciding his very fate.

“Your Highness, don’t be angry. I mean no harm.”

She raised her head, her pure-looking eyes filled with obsessive devotion so thick it could barely dissolve.

“I just… like you too much.”

“So much that I want to hide you away, brand you as mine, so no one else in this world can ever look at you again.”

She leaned down, gently caressing Xiao Mingrui’s cheek.

The icy touch made his entire body stiffen, like being licked by a venomous snake.

“Your Highness, I know you possess great ambitions. But you stand alone, without even a single capable adviser by your side.”

“I know you also like… men. Yet you fear the ridicule of the world and fear being abandoned by His Majesty.”

“However…”

She leaned close, warm breath brushing against his ear, but the words she whispered turned his whole body ice-cold.

“I can help you with all of that.”

She paused before speaking each word clearly and distinctly.

“Marry me.”