"That dog emperor is about to die, who wants his favor?"

Zhao Qingshu's eyes darkened, and he let out a soft breath: "Yaxian, you don't need to worry too much. As long as it succeeds, you will get your revenge. Then you can send that bitch Song Xizhi to a brothel and make her wish she were dead..."

"I suppose no one in the capital has ever tasted the life of a judge in the Imperial Medical Academy, and her pretty face... who knows how many people might like it!"

He spoke in a melodious tone, and his chest gradually felt hot.

I've been busy with the palace's birthday banquet lately and haven't seen Zhao Qianlan for a long time. I just feel listless.

As long as Zhao Qianlan's face is replaced with Song Xizhi's, and she sees her begging for mercy in front of him, Zhao Qingshu feels a sense of relief.

Just as Zhao Qingshu was thinking confidently, he heard Zeng Yaxian's curious voice beside him: "Husband, what are you planning to do?"

Zhao Qingshu suddenly smiled knowingly: "Do you want to know?"

Zeng Yaxian nodded.

He then curled his lips into a cryptic smile, took Zeng Yaxian's hand, walked up to her, and once again spread his legs towards her:

"Kneel down, and I'll tell you once you've done it."

Zeng Yaxian's face turned pale. Looking at the porcelain shards scattered on the ground and Zhao Qingshu's meaningful smile, her whole body stiffened.

But Zhao Qingshu simply patted her bottom, a contented look on his face: "Hmm? Don't you want revenge?"

“That bitch Song Xizhi killed your Hei Yin, and I hate her so much that I can’t sleep at night. We are husband and wife, and I really want to avenge you…”

Zeng Yaxian closed her eyes and knelt down.

The stinging pain in my knees was nothing compared to the humiliation I felt.

But Zhao Qingshu seemed to have discovered something interesting. He suddenly pressed Zeng Yaxian's head down, making her turn her head to look at something on the wall.

"Take down that suit of armor from the wall, put it on, and then serve me."

Zeng Yaxian stared blankly at the armor on the wall, her lips turning pale: "That was my mother's keepsake."

Zhao Qingshu nodded matter-of-factly: "Wouldn't that be even more interesting?"

Zeng Yaxian stood up blankly, and saw that both of her knees were soaked in blood and turned red.

...

After the matter was over, a servant hurriedly reported from outside that there was something important.

Zhao Qingshu patted her head and told her to get up. As she got up, she put on her pants, and then smiled and said, "Alright, your husband is going to avenge you."

"You've been so obedient today. In a few days, I'll give you a surprise."

Zeng Yaxian stared at him intently, then suddenly said, "Husband, I'm willing to do anything for you, as long as those people pay the price."

"If there's anything you're not satisfied with, I can learn it... but, may I hear your heartbeat?"

Zhao Qingshu generously hugged her head, in a good mood, and left in a hurry.

Watching the man's figure disappear into the distance, Zeng Yaxian gripped the things in her hands tightly.

Looking at the mess on the floor, her broken voice rang out, as if she were muttering to herself:

"I...will also give you a surprise..."