Humiliating the Scumbag Father

Zhao Erdong looked back at Yu Chenmo. She did not like this old man at all, and even detested him.

"Lord Yu, if you believe my words are untrue, why not step forward and test them? You will immediately know whether what I said is true or false." Zhao Erdong stood calmly in the exact center of the golden hall. Though her words were light and casual, the innate noble dominance within her inadvertently leaked out in subtle wisps.

Yue Moli's handsome eyes were locked tightly onto Zhao Erdong. Who on earth was this girl? What gave her such formidable self-confidence?

Hearing her openly challenge Yu Chenmo, he unconsciously began to worry for her. "In the imperial court, how can the two of you bare your arms and ready yourselves for a brawl? If we are to test martial prowess, it does not necessarily require physical combat."

Yue Moli glared at Zhao Erdong with displeasure, stepping forward to intervene.

At this moment, the Emperor of Yue suddenly burst into hearty laughter. "It has been a long time since I watched such an entertaining show. Minister Yu, I heard that you broke through the fourth-rank barrier five years ago and have long attained the rank of a fourth-rank martial general. I wonder what your rank is now, five years later?"

Although Yu Chenmo held a first-rank official position, he was a civil official and lacked exceptional talent in the martial dao. Therefore, despite being over fifty years old, he was still merely a fourth-rank martial general—and that was even the result of assistance from a vast amount of spirit crystals.

Even so, in Yu Chenmo's eyes, he truly did not hold Zhao Erdong in any regard.

"Reporting to the Emperor, this subject is dull-witted. After five years of hard work, I am still at the fourth rank." Yu Chenmo lowered his head slightly, replying to the Emperor with extreme reverence.

The Emperor of Yue cast an amused glance at Zhao Erdong, then seemingly inadvertently swept his gaze over Zhao Tianjiang, and slowly said, "In that case, I grant permission for the two of you to spar right here in the court. Keep it friendly and stop upon a point; just determine the superior and the inferior."

The hundreds of officials below all loved to fathom the imperial will. A single gesture or look from the Emperor would be meticulously analyzed by them. His excited look just now, along with the seemingly casual glance at Zhao Tianjiang, all fell into the eyes of the officials.

The affair involving Zhao Tianjiang had spread far and wide across the imperial capital: deposing his legitimate eldest daughter, driving her out of the family, severing blood ties, and purging her from the ancestral registry. While such an act could not quite be said to defy the laws of nature, it was certainly nothing glorious. Although Zhao Tianjiang had stated his reasons and they seemed plausible, everyone understood the truth in their hearts. How could someone born with a ruined constitution possibly severely injure a second-rank warrior? Even if she had truly injured Zhao Erqin, it must have been Zhao Erqin who provoked her first, leaving the frail Zhao Erdong with no choice but to strike back in self-defense, thereby inadvertently injuring Zhao Erqin. In short, no one believed Zhao Tianjiang's fabrication, including the Emperor, who also did not believe it. However, this was Zhao Tianjiang's family business, and Zhao Tianjiang was a heavyweight official of the court. Though the Emperor felt displeased in his heart, it was inconvenient for him to interfere excessively. Furthermore, Zhao Erdong had already gone missing, leaving no living counter-testimony. Naturally, they could only listen to Zhao Tianjiang's one-sided account and approve the dethroning of the legitimate daughter in favor of a concubine-born one.

Therefore, when father and daughter met in the imperial court today, how could the Emperor possibly miss out on such a good show?

The crowd had wanted to watch Zhao Tianjiang make a fool of himself for more than just a day or two. Regrettably, this fellow was cautious in his words and deeds, making it difficult to pick out his faults, let alone make a public spectacle of him. Today's event was undoubtedly the best opportunity.

Regardless of whether Zhao Erdong lost or won, Zhao Tianjiang's face would not look good.

Yu Chenmo turned his head slightly and said in a barely audible voice, "I will teach this ungrateful, ignorant girl a harsh lesson for you."

Zhao Tianjiang's expression was dark as pitch, the veins on his temples throbbing violently. "Go ahead and strike. When necessary, I will secretly lend you a hand. You must take her life and stop letting her humiliate herself and us in this world." Zhao Tianjiang clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with endless murderous intent, as if the person before him was not his own flesh and blood, but a mortal enemy with a deep, blood-stained grudge.