Chapter 2733: Disgraceful Situation
2733 Disgraceful Situation Fifth Young Sir Qin was on the verge of screaming, his fear stemming from the prospect of hearing his name uttered by Guo'an.
The mere thought of such an occurrence filled him with a sense of impending doom, as if life itself was slipping away.
Observing his younger brother's distressed state, Eldest Young Sir promptly reached out and took hold of him. "Xiu, would you prefer to return first?"
...
But could Fifth Young Sir Qin muster the courage to move an inch?
/What if, as he stepped out, that deranged woman were to seize him halfway?/
His once-handsome visage had turned ashen, and his trembling hands rested on his knees beyond control. Qiao Mu stole a quick glance at Fifth Young Sir and then swiftly retreated, hastening back to Madam Guo'an.
There, the woman clutched a palace maid's attire in a heartless, brutal grip, forcing the shuddering servant to the ground while straddling her...
The scene was utterly difficult to bear witness to.
The victim of her cruelty was none other than that palace maid, Young Sir Qin, who was now sprawled in disarray...
/It appeared that her intentions extended beyond just toppling Young Sir Qin./
A circle formed around the three Young Sirs Qin, their expressions laden with insinuation.
/Could it be that this is some form of entertainment? Cough, surely not./
The aged imperial censors were consumed by a surge of anger, their faces paling. They vociferously persisted, their voices a continuous chant of condemnation. "Shameless! Absolutely shameless!"
"Utterly heartless and savage!"
"A complete disregard for decorum!"
By this point, both the Crown Prince Consort and the young crown prince consort had rushed over to Madam Guo'an.
Amidst the prevailing disapproval, a surprising turn of events unfolded: a small figure swiftly intercepted Madam Guo'an's saber, poised at her neck.
With a swift motion, Madam Guo'an's head tilted, and her actions abruptly ceased. She tumbled onto the body of the palace maid, effectively immobilizing her.
"Ahh!" The palace maid's alarmed cry echoed, her face aghast with fear.
The remnants of her attire were mere remnants, obliterated by Madam Guo'an's actions. Overwhelmed by shame, she buried her face in her hands, her tears mingling with disgrace.
Qiao Mu swiftly kicked Madam Guo'an aside, making room. She produced an outer robe from an unseen source and draped it over the disheveled palace maid before helping her up.
Gratefully, the palace maid conveyed her thanks through tearful salutations. Clutching the offered outer robe, she made a hasty retreat.
"Heartless and barbaric!" chastised the young crown prince consort.
All present were left in an awkward silence.
The Emperor's mouth twitched in silent vexation, his restraint holding back the urge to reprimand the child.
Conspicuously, the audience's eyes twitched repeatedly.
Unflinchingly, the young crown prince consort declared, "I emerge victorious."
The Emperor couldn't help but release a frustrated sigh, covering his face with his hand. He weakly gestured, commanding, "Escort the Consort back to her residence!"
"See the Consort safely back!" Hu Dequan promptly summoned several burly guards, who discreetly carried the nearly disrobed Madam Guo'an, revealing a significant expanse of her fair, delicate skin, and swiftly exited the main hall.
A hush settled over the room, an atmosphere of tension palpable.
All those present held their breaths, wary of even drawing a deep inhalation.
/His Majesty must surely be fuming at this point.../
"Hu Dequan."
Startled, Hu Dequan practically leapt toward the young crown prince consort. He executed a deep bow and spoke with deference, "Yes, Crown Prince Consort!"
The Emperor felt an unbearable ache in his teeth.
Observing the crown prince consort, his personal senior eunuch resembled nothing less than a mouse confronted by a cat, brimming with submissiveness.
"Divide the winnings."
"If they lack sufficient spirit currency, ensure they endorse the invoice."
"Yes!" Hu Dequan mopped his brow, ridding it of the sheen of cold sweat, then hastened to settle the wagers.
/The Crown Prince's substantial wager of 50 million had yielded him over 100 million in returns.../