SBCEJM -Chapter 255 The Censor’s Blood-and-Tears History! My Mother and My Wife Both Love Pretty Boys!

The system began to narrate in a leisurely tone:

【Here it comes, here it comes! Zhao Censor’s mother—back in the day she was the number one rich lady in the capital! Her family’s gold mines were piled up like mountains!】

【Too much money to burn, so she started copying the fashionable elite and kept a bunch of pretty boys in the backyard!】

【One day, Old Zhao returned from a business trip, pushed open the backyard gate—and what did he see—】

The system paused, maximizing suspense and imagery.

【Good heavens! More than a dozen powdered-faced pretty men were surrounding his wife, playing “floating cups along winding streams,” clothes half-open, a full-on wine pool and meat forest scene!】

【Old Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, rolled his eyes, and had a stroke right there!】

Hiss—

A collective gasp rose from the lakeside.

The Grand Chancellor’s goat-like beard practically bristled.

Marquis Yongchang clutched his chest, looking like he was about to die on the spot.

This was… way too stimulating.

【But it’s not over yet!】

The system continued rapidly, like a machine gun.

【After Old Zhao became paralyzed, no one managed the household anymore, and his mother completely let herself go.】

【In the end, she was tricked by the most silver-tongued pretty boy, who swindled away the entire family fortune! Not even the travel money for Zhao Xian’s imperial exams was left!】

【The entire family went bankrupt overnight—from clouds straight into the mud, surviving a whole winter on coarse buns!】

Fang Ziqin’s eyes widened.

Th-this is too tragic!

【But the real tragedy came later! After Zhao Xian finally passed the exams and got married… oh ho, his first wife was also secretly keeping a pretty boy!】

【He even personally overheard her in bed complaining about him, saying he looked good but was useless, had poor “performance,” and couldn’t even compare to one finger of the other man!】

Boom!

This final blow was like a heavenly thunder strike.

The gazes of the “onlookers” toward Zhao Xian completely changed.

No longer toward a stubborn colleague—

But toward a walking tragedy, a living record of misery.

【So yeah, this old man isn’t actually targeting Fang Ziqin. He’s just deeply hostile toward all those willing to become male favorites.】

Feng Zexuan clicked her tongue in her mind.

【No wonder he explodes at the word “male concubine.” That’s some serious psychological trauma.】

The ministers who had been about to laugh now forced their smiles back down, too embarrassed to react properly.

Their expressions twisted like they were collectively constipated.

Zhao Xian knelt on the ground, completely frozen.

He never expected that stepping out to speak justice would turn him into tonight’s biggest gossip—

And of this utterly humiliating kind, exposing even his underwear-level secrets!

His old face burned red; he wished he could disappear on the spot.

But his stubborn conviction still remained.

He suddenly looked up, eyes bloodshot:

“Your Majesty! Precisely because I have experienced this, I understand the harm of male beauty even more!”

“I cannot stand by and watch the Eldest Princess repeat the same mistakes!”

After hearing this tragic history, Fang Ziqin only felt deeply ashamed.

So Zhao Daren… had such a painful past.

If he entered the princess’s residence, wouldn’t that be rubbing salt in Zhao Daren’s wounds?

And bringing shame upon the princess as well…

The self-doubt he had just suppressed surged back like a tide.

He clenched his fists, nails digging deep into his palms.

Almost gritting his teeth, he prepared to push away the dream he had longed for:

“Your Majesty! Zhao Daren is right! This minister is of low virtue, humble origin, truly unworthy…”

“Shut up.”

Three words.

Cold, crisp, and carrying unquestionable imperial authority.

Princess Minghui stepped forward, standing in front of Fang Ziqin.

Under the moonlight, her slender figure now looked like an unbreakable wall.

She did not look at Fang Ziqin. Instead, she faced Zhao Xian—and the prejudices of the watching officials.

“Zhao Daren has lived upright and clean; I respect that.”

“But because one has been bitten by a snake, must one cut down all ropes in the world?”

Zhao Xian trembled.

“Qin Zhao and his kind are all outwardly splendid but rotten inside.”

She turned back.

Her gaze fell upon the man kneeling in the mud, bloodied yet still looking foolishly sincere.

“In contrast, Fang Ziqin… he is sincere.”

“I trust my father’s judgment.”

“And I trust the strength he gave me to stand my ground.”

【Wow!!】

Feng Zexuan cheered wildly in her mind.

【The princess is so cool!! She’s absolutely glowing!!】

【Fang Ziqin, you idiot, what are you waiting for?! If you dare refuse a wife like this, I won’t forgive you first!】

Fang Ziqin felt warmth surge through his chest, almost igniting him.

He stared at the figure standing in front of him.

So thin—yet she shielded all his inferiority and unease.

He could no longer hold back and bowed heavily:

“This minister, Fang Ziqin, thanks Your Highness for your protection!”

“I swear by the heavens! From this day forward, if I enter the princess’s residence, I will live only to protect Your Highness!”

“If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning, fall into the abyss of hell, and never be reborn!”

Emperor Xiao Juechen nodded in satisfaction:

“Enough.”

“Zhao Aiqing, I accept your loyalty.”

“But Minghui’s marriage is for me to decide. This matter ends here.”

Zhao Xian still couldn’t process it and blurted out again:

“Your Majesty! Male beauty ruins the nation! History warns us—”

From within the reeds—

A massive “lion” flicked its tail impatiently.

【So annoying! Is he a broken record spirit or what?!】

Feng Zexuan rolled her eyes hard.

【Bro, wrap it up! Let him shut up, I want to go home and sleep!】

The “lion Kai” beside her nodded in deep agreement.

Two large shadows silently circled behind the crowd.

Feng Zexuan picked her moment.

Hind legs powered—

She launched.

THUD!

A heavy, dull impact.

“Argh—my old waist!!”

Zhao Xian screamed as he was launched like a sack of grain, landing face-first right at Fang Ziqin’s feet.

A perfect prostration.

Silence.

Everyone stared at the majestic lion innocently blinking its glassy eyes.

【Oops, sorry~】

Feng Zexuan tilted her giant lion head innocently.

【The ground’s slippery. My butt slipped.】

Her brother lion quietly covered his face with a paw.

【Sis… we are majestic beasts, not village dogs…】

The crowd struggled to suppress laughter.

Emperor Xiao Juechen coughed heavily to maintain dignity:

“Impudent!”

“What beast dares injure an official!”

Opportunity!

Feng Zexuan’s eyes lit up.

Time to perform properly!

She raised her head proudly.

“ROAR——!!!”

A thunderous roar shook the lake.

Feng Zexuan swaggered off with her brother lion under the stunned gaze of everyone.

The farce came to an end—

and somehow turned into a legend.

Fang Ziqin looked up and met Princess Minghui’s smiling eyes.

She extended her hand slightly.

“Get up. The ground is cold.”

He froze for a moment, then carefully took her hand.

Warmth spread through him like fire.

This time—

he would never let go again.