SBCEJM -Chapter 50 Brother Watches Live: The Crown Prince’s Social Death & Muscular “Cuddles”

The tips of Feng Zekai’s fingers froze mid-air, trembling faintly.

As the sages say: do not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is improper.

Peeking into the Crown Prince’s private affairs was an act of grave disrespect.

But then he reconsidered.

The person on the other side of the screen was the current Crown Prince—the heir to the nation.

What was happening to him was no longer a mere private matter. Every movement of his could affect the very foundation of the country.

As a minister, understanding a bit more in advance to better grasp court affairs and assist the sovereign…

That… seemed like proper duty, didn’t it?

He found a perfectly reasonable excuse for himself. The scholar’s restraint in his heart was defeated by curiosity.

With a sense of vaguely unnameable mission, he gently tapped.

The LCD screen split into two halves.

On the left was the grand Golden Court Hall, where officials were vigorously debating state affairs.

On the right was the Crown Prince’s East Palace bedroom—a complete mess.

Crown Prince Xiao Mingxuan looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, huddled in panic at the corner of the bed. Both hands clutched tightly at his vital area. His bright yellow sleep robe was disheveled, exposing part of his collarbone.

His lips trembled. His handsome face flushed from neck to ears, red like a boiled shrimp, yet he couldn’t form a single complete word.

And the culprit—General Zhen’s Manor’s “tiger girl,” Liu Suying.

She stood by the bed, staring repeatedly at her right hand. Her expression was blank in a way she had never shown before, before finally settling into utter disillusionment.

As if what she had just crushed with her own hand was not the Crown Prince’s dignity—but the dream she had clung to for six whole years.

“You… you…”

The Crown Prince finally forced out a broken voice, shaking and teary.

“You… shameless! Indecent!”

Liu Suying slowly raised her head. Those eyes that were always burning with fierce flames were now calm and clear like a still ancient well.

Very well. The one who had saved her six years ago truly was this “cousin.” She had mistaken gratitude for love—and even mistaken his gender.

She spoke calmly: “…Yes. I’m sorry.”

“You—” The Crown Prince’s breath caught in his chest, his face turning even redder.

Only yesterday at the Autumn Blossom Banquet, through Feng Zehyan’s “inner voice,” he had finally remembered that the “boy” he once casually saved years ago was actually his maternal uncle’s daughter—his blood-related cousin.

And this cousin had mistaken him for a woman… and had been infatuated ever since.

At the time, he had pretended to be asleep, mortified enough to want to dig out three rooms and a living hall with his toes, not daring to wake up at all.

Who would have thought that today she would storm straight into the East Palace at dawn—and do something so shockingly outrageous to him?

Truly… shame to the ancestors!

But since she had cleanly admitted her mistake, and was his own cousin by blood, what could he do?

He couldn’t exactly order her to be caned thirty times.

At this moment, the Crown Prince only wanted to find a cave and go into seclusion like an immortal cultivator.

He weakly waved his hand, voice muffled:

“…You should go. I… need to rest.”

“Oh. Then, Crown Prince cousin, take care.”

Liu Suying, having received her answer, turned to leave without hesitation.

Just then—

A thunderous wail erupted from outside the hall.

The crying was full-bodied and tragic, winding and twisting like it could shake the roof tiles off the palace.

“Waaaaah—Mingxuan!! My Crown Prince!! My life is so bitter!!”

The Crown Prince, halfway lifting his blanket, froze completely.

The next second, a tall, massive white figure burst in like a cannonball, scooping him off the bed without warning and hugging him tightly.

“Mingxuan!! You’re the only one who treats me best!! I only have you left in this world!! Wuwuwu!!”

Liu Suying’s feet seemed nailed to the ground. She was stunned.

This man was huge and broad-shouldered, even more solid than her own father. Yet he was crying like a wronged maiden, his round pale face scrunched up, snot and tears flying everywhere as he burrowed into the Crown Prince’s chest.

What in the world… was this giant crying monster?!

She suddenly felt like she had stumbled upon a world-shaking secret.

A flash of insight struck her mind, and she instantly pieced everything together.

Oh heavens! So her Crown Prince cousin also… liked the same gender?!

No wonder he reacted so strongly earlier—he must have been afraid this “true love” would misunderstand!

In an instant, all past misunderstandings vanished like smoke.

Liu Suying suddenly felt a deep sense of camaraderie with him, as fellow sufferers of love.

Though romance was gone, the protective feeling born from a life-saving favor would not change.

For her cousin’s happiness—and to not disturb this pair of tragic lovers—she decided to leave immediately.

She cast a look of “I understand you, I support you, go for it!” at the Crown Prince who was being nearly crushed into unconsciousness by the muscular man, then nodded solemnly.

“Crown Prince cousin, I’ll go now. You… you two continue…”

The Crown Prince finally managed to pull his head out from between those iron chest muscles and opened his mouth to explain—

But he only saw his cousin’s rapidly disappearing figure and that deeply meaningful gaze.

His vision went black.

He nearly fainted on the spot from lack of air.

Again… misunderstood again…

“Mingxuan! Don’t kick me out! From now on I’ll move into the East Palace with you! I’ll be your personal guard!”

Wu Zhiqian tightened his iron grip and prepared for another round of wailing.

In the “apartment” on the other side, Feng Zekai was also completely led astray by Liu Suying’s bizarre logic. Watching the “muscular man acting cute” scene on the screen, he couldn’t help but feel there was… something going on between these two.

“Wu Zhiqian!” the Crown Prince finally snapped.

Using the martial technique taught by his royal instructor, he struck and twisted at the man’s armpit, finally breaking free from that steel-like embrace.

“You crying and shouting—what kind of behavior is that?!”

The Crown Prince straightened his disheveled robes and frowned.

“Speak. What exactly happened?”

Wu Zhiqian was the only legitimate son of Minister Wu. His mother, Madam Qin, had been the Crown Princess’s childhood close friend. The two had grown up together.

Three months ago, Madam Qin passed away. The Crown Prince had thought his friend had already moved on.

“Waaah, Mingxuan!”

Wu Zhiqian wiped his tears, voice full of despair.

“I… I’m not my mother’s biological child! My father… my father brought back his real son from outside! He doesn’t want me anymore! Wuwuwu…”

“What!”

The Crown Prince shot up from the bed in shock.

Feng Zekai was equally stunned. The only son of Minister Wu’s household… was fake?

He subconsciously glanced at the left-side Golden Court screen—and saw his younger sister Feng Zexuan with a colorful speech bubble above her head.

【System! System! Quick, quick! What’s going on with Minister Wu’s household? A switched-at-birth drama? Is it real?!】

Feng Zekai’s breath caught sharply.

This “television” divine object could not hear his sister’s thoughts, yet it could clearly display the written content of her inner voice.

One side was live broadcast; the other was inside commentary.

His sister’s “gossip system”… was truly, truly beyond comprehension.

No—what was even more incredible was his sister herself.

Feng Zekai’s gaze drifted through the screen toward the heroic young girl standing in the Golden Court Hall.

His sister must surely be a goddess descended from heaven, which was why she possessed such divine abilities—and even miraculous medicine to awaken him from his slumber.

How fortunate he was to be her brother!

His heart swelled with pride and emotion.

And at the same time, his curiosity toward this newly emerged “switched-at-birth drama” also ignited.

What kind of magnificent and thrilling story… was about to unfold?