SBCEJM -Chapter 63 For His Depraved Son, He Wants All the Women in the City Buried With Him?

【Hehe, all because of his precious son—Zhao Tianshi.】

The system’s malicious chuckle echoed in Feng Zexuan’s mind.

【His name means “a gift from heaven,” like he was blessed by the heavens. Turns out, what the heavens “gifted” was a complete and utter pervert.】

Feng Zexuan’s heart skipped a beat.

She had a bad feeling—this name spelled trouble.

On the dragon throne, Xiao Juechen shifted his posture, leaning back into the imperial seat.

His stance didn’t look like he was hearing court affairs at all—more like he had picked the best seat in a theater to watch a performance.

Zhao Defu, still prostrated on the ground, continued his impassioned speech.

“Your Majesty! This is a plan that benefits the nation and the people for generations to come!”

“Though there may be temporary pain, it will secure the Great Xia dynasty for eternity! I beg Your Majesty to issue the decree!”

He slammed his head down again, his fat body trembling with the motion.

He had no idea that his entire background was being exposed in the Golden Throne Hall.

【This young Master Zhao is twenty-five years old, a top-tier wealthy, powerful, and handsome elite in the capital. His father is the Minister of Revenue, filthy rich enough to pave roads with gold, and he himself looks respectable enough.】

【But strangely, he’s been engaged eighteen times—and not a single engagement succeeded.】

【Every time it failed in exactly the same way: on the night before the wedding, the bride’s entire family would rush over to call off the marriage, crying and begging, saying they’d rather become monks than enter the Zhao household.】

【Some timid families even sold everything the next day and fled the capital.】

【The Zhao family always gave the same explanation to the outside world: incompatible birth charts.】

Feng Zexuan inwardly “tch’d.”

【What nonsense. Eighteen times? That’s not bad luck—it’s like he offended the King of Hell himself.】

“Minister Zhao.”

The emperor’s calm voice cut through Zhao Defu’s performance.

Zhao Defu jolted.

“Your servant is here!”

He thought the emperor had been moved by his loyalty and felt a surge of joy.

Xiao Juechen’s fingers rhythmically tapped the armrest of the dragon throne.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

“I hear your son Zhao Tianshi is twenty-five this year and still unmarried.”

Zhao Defu froze.

A cold “thud” dropped in his chest.

Why would the Emperor suddenly ask about his son?

He forced himself to respond.

“Replying to Your Majesty, it is because my son’s destined match has not yet arrived.”

【Oh, “destined match.” I think it’s more like every match ran away screaming.】

Xiao Juechen gave a soft “mm.”

“Fate cannot be rushed. However, I have also heard that your son has been engaged eighteen times, and every time, the bride withdrew the engagement on the night before the wedding.”

Cold sweat rolled down Zhao Defu’s forehead.

He lowered his head further.

How does the Emperor know this clearly?!

These family scandals were buried deeper than the treasury’s gold!

“Your Majesty… this… this is slander! Someone is jealous of this minister and deliberately spreading lies! My son is virtuous and upright—this is absolutely false!”

His voice trembled; panic was already showing.

“Virtuous and upright?”

Xiao Juechen let out a low laugh, as if he genuinely believed it.

“I agree. With your family background and your son’s character, how could such a thing happen?”

Then his tone shifted.

“So Minister Zhao, why don’t you explain it to me?”

The emperor leaned slightly forward.

An overwhelming pressure descended instantly.

“What exactly made eighteen noble young ladies willing to bear the stigma of breaking engagements and flee overnight?”

【System, stop teasing—what’s wrong with him exactly?】 Feng Zexuan urged.

【Host, Zhao Tianshi’s hobby… is quite explosive.】

【He doesn’t collect antiques or listen to music. His only hobby is… tasting tears from brides.】

Feng Zexuan’s mind went blank.

What?!

The surrounding officials all looked confused.

【Can that… make you immortal or something?】

【No. But the tears must come from women who are forced into marriage—terrified, resentful, and despairing. The very first tear that falls from the corner of their eye. He calls it the “chaste tear.”】

【To collect them, he specially made over a hundred tiny glass bottles.】

【Those eighteen brides each received a special “engagement gift” before the wedding night—a glass bottle and a note that read: “On the night of marriage, fill this with your chaste tears.”】

Feng Zexuan felt a wave of secondhand embarrassment and disgust.

System: 【That terrified them so badly they fled overnight.】

Feng Zexuan: 【What the hell… he’s just a disgusting pervert!】

Feng Huai’an felt a chill run down his spine.

He didn’t dare imagine—if this vile proposal really passed…

What if his own daughter…

What if she was assigned to such a beast…

His grip on his tablet tightened, knuckles turning white.

If that really happened, he would abandon his official robes and take his entire family and flee the capital that very night.

Xiao Juechen’s gaze returned to Zhao Defu.

“And you’re saying… is it because your family is too prestigious, and they feel unworthy?”

“Or is there something about your son that they simply cannot endure?”

Zhao Defu was trembling uncontrollably now.

He knows. The Emperor definitely knows everything!

He suddenly lifted his head, face soaked in sweat and tears, utterly panicked.

“Your Majesty, please investigate! I am wronged! My family is loyal to Great Xia! My son is an honest scholar with no misconduct whatsoever!”

【System, look at this pig of a man—the Emperor really is a fox.】

【He probably knew this gossip long ago!】

System: 【The imperial secret guards are not useless.】

【Look at Zhao Defu’s face—it’s white as paper! The Emperor is playing him perfectly. He’s not saying it directly, just forcing him to dig his own grave!】

Feng Zexuan silently gave the emperor thirty-two likes.

Completely unaware that she herself was the biggest “intelligence source” in the hall.

【So this fat bastard’s plan for “officially arranged marriages” isn’t for the country at all!】

【It’s because his perverted son can no longer find brides normally! His reputation in the capital’s noble circles is already completely rotten!】

【So he wants to use imperial authority as a knife, and imperial decree as a lock—to turn every unmarried woman in the world into his son’s prey!】

【Once marriages are state-assigned, no one can escape!】

【With official decrees, he could even have the Ministry of Revenue send his son a new bride every day, until every glass bottle in that secret room is filled!】

【Damn it! Even the King of Hell would applaud this level of evil scheming!】

The sheer information overload stunned the entire court.

When they looked at Zhao Defu again, it was no longer as a colleague.

But as a demon in human skin.

“Is that so?”

Xiao Juechen slowly stood and walked down the steps.

Embroidered golden dragon boots stepped forward—one step at a time—until he stood before Zhao Defu.

He looked down at the trembling lump on the ground.

“Minister Zhao, I approve your proposal.”

Zhao Defu froze.

He couldn’t believe his ears.

Approved…?

The hall erupted in shock. Several ministers with daughters looked visibly alarmed.

【What?! No, don’t approve it!】

Feng Zexuan panicked.

【Are you crazy? You’re actually approving this? He’s stolen the treasury dry and you’re still listening to him?!】

But Xiao Juechen’s voice continued—cold, authoritative.

“However, any new policy requires a trial implementation to test its effectiveness.”

His gaze swept across Zhao Defu.

“And since this brilliant idea came from you…”

“Then the first trial case—will begin with the Zhao family.”