SBCEJM -Chapter 98 Using Their Own Methods Against Them! You Never Know How Much a Knife Hurts Until It Stabs You!

In one corner of the light screen, a split-screen view zoomed in.

Ministry of Revenue Clerk Wang was usually the loudest when talking about how women were short-sighted by nature, destined to remain in the inner household serving husbands and raising children. To him, that was their “blessing.”

At that very moment, his consciousness had been forcibly shoved into a soft, delicate body.

“SMACK—!”

The slap landed squarely across his face.

His cheek instantly went numb before erupting into burning pain. Half his face swelled on the spot.

He was completely stunned.

In front of him was his wife’s face, twisted with fury.

And he himself was kneeling at her feet.

How was this possible?

That yellow-faced woman who usually trembled in front of him and barely dared breathe loudly actually dared hit him?

He wanted to stand and show her what “a husband’s authority over his wife” truly meant.

But this body refused to obey him.

No matter how hard he struggled, he could not make a sound.

“My glass cup—was it something a filthy little hand like yours could touch?!”

The authority of the household matriarch crashed down from above.

Only then did he notice the shattered glass scattered all over the floor beside him.

At that moment, a flood of memories suddenly appeared in his mind, and in horror he realized—

he had become the thirteenth concubine he had recently taken in!

Impossible!

This had to be a dream!

He, Clerk Wang of the Ministry of Revenue, a dignified government official—how could he possibly become a lowly concubine?

“Drag her out! Make her kneel on the porcelain path for an hour!”

Two thickset old maids stepped forward. Their iron-like arms seized “him” and dragged him roughly toward the courtyard.

“Madam, spare me! I won’t dare do it again!”

The concubine inside the body cried and begged for mercy, while Clerk Wang’s soul roared soundlessly.

Let go!

You damned servants!

Are you blind?!

I’m the true master of this household!

The maids slammed him down onto his knees.

Beneath him was not smooth stone flooring, but a newly laid punishment path meant to “discipline” disobedient servants.

The path was covered in sharpened porcelain shards.

Under the blazing noon sun, every piece reflected glaring white light that stabbed at the eyes.

The moment his knees hit the ground—

“AAAAAH—!”

Clerk Wang’s soul released a bloodcurdling scream.

Pain!

Pain! Pain!

This wasn’t a dream!

This fucking hurt for real!

The sharp shards pierced straight through the thin silk pants and buried themselves deep into flesh.

Some even ground directly against the kneecaps.

He could clearly feel blood pouring out from dozens of tiny wounds.

Every trembling breath caused the shards to grind deeper into his flesh.

He suddenly remembered the words he often said:

“As long as women in the inner household behave properly, that itself is a blessing. Occasional hardship merely tempers their character.”

Tempers their character?

This was the “tempering” he spoke of?

For the first time in his life, Clerk Wang understood true despair.

He wanted to stand up.

Wanted to roar.

Wanted to scream:

“Open your damned eyes and see who I really am!”

But this body merely endured silently, shoulders shaking violently.

His vision gradually blurred.

Not because he was crying—

but because the blazing heat, dehydration, and agony had pushed this body to its limit.

The system prompted:

【Target’s mental defenses are showing severe fractures. Regret value steadily increasing.】

“That’s all it took to crack him?”

Feng Zexuan curled her lips in disdain and crunched another potato chip.

“So his bones aren’t that tough after all. System, spice things up a little. Throw in some flies and mosquitoes.”

Her finger swiped across the screen and switched to the next unlucky victim.

“Next up—Vice Director Sun from the Ministry of Justice. What was that famous line of his again?”

The system immediately replied:

【Reporting to Host: Vice Director Sun often says, ‘A woman without sons violates the greatest of the seven grounds for divorce. Such is heavenly law!’】

A cold smile curved across Feng Zexuan’s lips.

“Heavenly law? Then let him personally experience what this ‘heavenly law’ tastes like.”

【Ministry of Justice Vice Director Sun—Scenario ‘Mother of Seven Daughters,’ activated!】

Vice Director Sun “awoke” amid heart-rending agony.

He had become a sallow, emaciated peasant woman, weakly lying on a moldy straw mat while giving birth with a belly huge as a watermelon.

“Push harder! Trying to suffocate my grandson to death?!”

A shrill, vicious voice shouted from outside.

Sun Yuanwailang’s mind went blank from pain.

What was happening?

Why was he here?

Why had his body become like this?

Before he could sort out his confusion, unfamiliar memories slowly flooded into his head.

His name was Chunxing.

He was the wife of the Wang family in Li Village, twenty-five years old, and had already given birth to six daughters.

This was the seventh pregnancy.

The entire family was hoping for a son this time.

Otherwise, he would be divorced and cast out.

Before he could even finish processing the thought, another earth-shattering pain exploded through his lower abdomen!

It felt like a rusty dull knife repeatedly twisting inside his body.

So this was what childbirth felt like for women?!

He was a dignified official of the Ministry of Justice who had witnessed countless tortures.

Yet not one of them compared to even a fraction of this agony.

He remembered what he once declared righteously in court:

“Childbearing is a woman’s duty. Pain is only natural. Failure to bear a son goes against heavenly law.”

Natural?

Heavenly law?

If this was heavenly law, then heaven was unbearably cruel!

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

Long enough to feel like an entire century.

Just before blacking out again, he heard—

“Waaah—!”

A baby’s cry rang out.

The midwife lifted the blood-covered infant upside down and smacked its backside, her face full of disgust.

“Ugh! Bad luck! Another worthless girl!”

Those words poured over Sun Yuanwailang’s soul like a bucket of icy winter water.

A daughter…

Another daughter…

He could clearly feel the utter despair of this body’s original owner, the woman named Chunxing.

The curtain was suddenly yanked aside.

His mother-in-law stormed in. Upon hearing it was “another girl,” she pointed at him and began cursing furiously:

“You useless thing! A barren jinx hogging space and never laying eggs! Tomorrow I’ll have my son divorce you!”

His husband, the man named Wang Daniu, poked his head in from outside.

He said nothing.

There was no joy in his eyes.

No concern.

The way he looked at him was like looking at a useless, annoying piece of trash.

That indifference hurt even more than the cruelest insults.

Vice Director Sun’s soul trembled violently.

He wanted to argue.

Wanted to shout:

“If you want a son so badly, give birth to one yourself!”

But he could do nothing.

He could only watch helplessly as “he” silently cried.

Watch his own “daughter” tossed aside carelessly like a stray kitten.

Watch his husband turn away without hesitation.

At that moment, the words he used to repeat echoed endlessly in his mind—

“A woman without sons violates the greatest of the seven grounds for divorce. Such is heavenly law!”

Sentence after sentence.

Word after word.

Now they sounded utterly ridiculous.

Utterly absurd.

So this…

This was the life women endured beneath those words…

You only know how badly a knife hurts when it stabs into your own flesh.

【Ding! Target Vice Director Sun’s mental defenses have fractured. Reflection process beginning…】

“Hmph. Now you finally know pain?”

Feng Zexuan sneered and stopped eating her chips.

【Too late.】

A sly glint flashed through her eyes.

【People like this deserve to experience every hardship women suffer firsthand. Otherwise, all the nonsense that comes out of their mouths would be for nothing.】

【System, continue. Next one!】

【Censor Li cried in court that ‘women meddling in politics is like hens crowing at dawn—a sign of a nation’s downfall.’ Then let him personally go and ‘ruin’ a kingdom himself.】

The night was still very long.