"Ninth Prince, please lift your feet! This humble prince has no heir yet, waah..."
"A piece of scum like you would be a menace if you had children, so it's better if you were dead sooner rather than later," Shang Xiye said mercilessly, kicking him to the ground.
He exuded a murderous aura, like an unshakeable god of death.
"Ah—!" Matsushita Kudai screamed in agony.
He shouted so loudly, but there was no response outside, which made his heart sink into an ice cellar.
Overwhelmed by despair, pain, and grievance, he bent over, hugged himself, and wept bitterly: "Damn Emperor Da Zhao! He's ruined me! I'm no longer a man! Waaah! I want to go home! I'll never come to Da Zhao again! It's too terrible! Waaah..."
Shang Xiye: "..."
What kind of prince is this? A fat man crying like a little girl, it's disgusting!
Lifting his shoe and stepping on Matsushita Kudai's chubby face, Shang Xiye patiently corrected him, "Crying won't help. If you dare to have filthy thoughts about my queen, even if you cry yourself to death in front of me, I will not let you off easily!"
"Ninth Prince, spare me! I know I was wrong. This was all the idea of your Great Zhao Emperor. If I had known that you, Ninth Prince, would still be so lively and vigorous, I would have dared to do anything..."
"Hmm? Lively and energetic as ever?"
"No, no, no, no, no matter what kind of person you are, Ninth Prince, I shouldn't have had such wicked thoughts of currying favor with you." Matsushita Kudai struggled to survive under Shang Xiye's shoes, tears and snot streaming down his face: "I'll write you an IOU right now, and then I'll immediately go back to Gao Qiu. Twenty million taels, I'll pay you twenty million taels!"
"Thirty million taels!" Shang Xiye stomped his shoe down even more firmly, his voice still cold and ruthless.
Matsushita Kudai burst into tears: "Thirty million taels...that's six or seven years' worth of taxes from the Gaoqiu Kingdom!"
"Then you, Gao Qiu, will be poor for six or seven years. When people are poor and have no money in their pockets, they will be more obedient." Shang Xiye remained unmoved and said in a cool tone: "Or, before the New Year, I will go to your Gao Qiu and hang up the flag of my Great Zhao, and then move your Songxia clan to the capital. I will come to chat with you and have tea every now and then."
Matsushita Kudai was terrified by the thought of being "summoned" by the Ninth Prince every few days, and quickly agreed, "No, no, no! Thirty million is fine, just don't go chatting and drinking tea with the Ninth Prince, sob sob sob!"
Shang Xiye then released his foot, took out a pre-written IOU from his pocket, and threw it in front of Matsushita Kudai: "Then sign and seal it. Don't get your dirty blood on your head, otherwise I will make you sign another one, and this one will also count."
As Matsushita Kudai reached for the note, his hand trembled, and a drop of blood from his face fell onto the paper with a "plop."
He froze for two seconds, then immediately lay back down on the ground, wailing in despair: "How could I be so useless? I don't want to live anymore, waaaaaah... Sixty million taels! My God! I'll get beaten to death if I go back, I might as well die here!"
Shang Xiye: "..."
Wuhen: "..."
Wu Zhong couldn't bear it any longer: "Your Highness, why don't you write another one and discard this one? This one is too tragic."
Shang Xiye touched the tip of his nose, his eyes clearly showing a hint of confusion, and coughed lightly: "Then you write it."
Wu Zhong went to find writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
Unable to bear it any longer, Shang Xiye kicked Matsushita Kudai: "Stop howling, it's awful!"
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