Chapter 554 - 366: The Peng Family Humiliated, a Prince Publicly Whipped! (Part 2)

Chapter 554: Chapter 366: The Peng Family Humiliated, a Prince Publicly Whipped! (Part 2)

"Not only did you not disperse these treacherous ministers, but you actually condoned their commotion here..."

Lu Xuyang’s voice suddenly lowered, carrying a sinister malice: "Could it be... that you also find His Majesty’s decree improper?"

His words were like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, striking at the heart with every syllable.

The members of the Peng Family kneeling on the ground turned pale, and several young children trembled in fear.

Chen Denglou’s face beneath his gold mask turned ashen, his fists clenching with a crunching sound, but he dared not lash out.

This was clearly driving them to a dead end!

"Your Highness!"

Mrs. Peng suddenly raised her head, her aging voice resolute, "I am only..."

"Only what?"

Lu Xuyang interrupted harshly, eyes shimmering with a triumphant gleam, "In the eyes of the Peng Family, is Father’s decree mere child’s play?"

He deliberately surveyed the surroundings, looking at the imperial guards and officials who had arrived upon hearing the commotion, his voice growing increasingly brazen: "Today you dare besiege the Heavenly Prison, tomorrow could it be that you will..."

"Lead troops into the palace to usurp the throne!"

Chen Denglou trembled all over, his gold armor emitting a faint metallic friction sound with his heavy breathing.

His eyes bloodshot, he stared fixedly at his distorted reflection on the bluish stone pavement.

Crunch... crunch... crunch...

The gold wrist guards he wore groaned under Chen Denglou’s overpowering grip, unable to bear the pressure.

The meticulously crafted armor plates began to slightly deform.

The veteran warrior of countless battlefields was like an enraged lion, his murderous aura almost materializing.

"Mr. Chen... stay calm."

The deputy commander beside him, seeing Chen Denglou nearly losing control, urgently and fearfully reminded him in a low voice.

Afraid that their commander might lose his restraint and smash the hateful face of the Ninth Prince.

That would be a crime punishable by the extermination of nine familial ties!

After being reminded by his own men, Chen Denglou took a deep breath, forcing himself to look at the ground.

On the bluish stone pavement, several droplets of sweat the size of soybeans were slowly seeping into the crevices — a testament to his suppressed anger.

As a veteran general guarding the borders for over a decade, when had he ever endured such humiliation?

But for the lives of the thousands of soldiers stationed at the Heavenly Prison behind him, he had to... endure!

"What’s the matter? Mr. Chen, do you have a problem with us?"

"Or are you saying you’ve been discovered by this prince for your treacherous ambitions!"

Lu Xuyang’s voice came again, sarcastic and provocative, he even deliberately walked up to Chen Denglou, waving the hem of his robe into the old warrior’s lowered field of vision.

This humiliating gesture made the surrounding soldiers tighten their grip on their sword hilts.

Chen Denglou suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at Lu Xuyang.

It was at that moment, when the Ninth Prince Lu Xuyang was frightened into retreating half a step by this gaze—

"I... dare not."

Chen Denglou’s voice was hoarse and terrifying, each word squeezed out from between his clenched teeth.

He slowly relaxed his fists, leaving five deep imprints on the golden wrist guard!

This scene made everyone present gasp.

You damn it!

Lu Xuyang’s smile finally froze at this moment, his handsome face twisted almost grotesquely.

He stared dead at Chen Denglou’s released hand.

The five deep imprints on the golden wrist guard seemed to silently ridicule his impotence.

Damn... all to hell!

These damned bastards!

Lu Xuyang roared madly in his heart, his temple pulsating vehemently.

The trap he elaborately designed was thwarted repeatedly by these old timers who stubbornly suppressed their anger!

Chen Denglou, this old rascal, though at the peak of fury, could still force down his rage and bow in submission.

The Peng Family women and children were even more impervious, leaving no evidence for him!

"You... well done..."

Lu Xuyang squeezed out these words from between his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. He suddenly turned and scanned the room,

wherever his gaze landed, everyone lowered their heads to avoid it.

That feeling of being completely ignored nearly snapped his string of rationality.

"Your Highness..."

The accompanying strategists cautiously approached, only to be shoved aside by Lu Xuyang.

The Ninth Prince, known for his grace, now seemed like a gambler who had lost everything, disregarding even the basic decorum.

A hint of madness and ferocity flashed in Lu Xuyang’s eyes, his cold gaze, like a snake, slithered among the Peng Family crowd.

It ultimately fixed on the young daughters-in-law.

Their attire was extremely lavish, with an unmistakable grace of distinguished young ladies.

But at this moment, they were trembling, hiding behind Mrs. Peng.

"Mrs. Peng..."

Lu Xuyang’s tone suddenly shifted, adopting a spine-chillingly gentle voice, as he lightly tapped the folding fan against the young daughters-in-law.

"You can rest assured. Should the day come when the Peng Family faces extermination..."

He deliberately elongated his tone, "This prince will surely ’take care’ of these blossoming daughters-in-law of yours."

Whoa—

As he said this, the whole crowd was in an uproar.

Even the imperial guards brought by Lu Xuyang stepped back in shock, several commanders stared in disbelief at their master.

Such vile words, how could they be uttered by a prince of such noble stature?

"Lu Xuyang! You... you..."

Mrs. Peng trembled with anger, her cane snapping into two with a "crack".

But the more intense reaction came from the Peng Family’s young men—

"You beast!"

"I’ll kill you!"

Three sons of the Peng Family, on hearing their wives humiliated like this, could no longer contain themselves, their eyes bloodshot as they charged forward.

The eldest one even drew his personal dagger, its blade glinting with a cold gleam under the scorching sun.