The Simp’s Heart is Sealed in Cement; The Demon Lord Falls Hard! - Chapter 7

“Help me dress.”

Su Mo coughed as he gave the instruction, his pale face flushing slightly due to his labored breathing.

“Your Highness, I really am fine, your health is what matters most…” Ye Lin shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears.

“If you won’t help me, I’ll do it myself.”

Su Mo was resolute, forcing himself to rise and get dressed. Fearing he might aggravate his condition, the latter hurriedly moved to assist him.

In the Imperial Household Department, Zhou Yanyu sat with her legs crossed, triumphantly eating grapes.

“Today was truly gratifying we gave that little bitch Ye Lin a good lesson!” the older matron serving her said with a fawning, smug expression.

“A base wretch, daring to challenge me. She thought she still had Su Mo to back her up? Heh, he’s nothing but a piece of trash with his cultivation completely destroyed. I could snuff out his pathetic life with a mere flick of my finger!” Zhou Yanyu sneered, her tone overflowing with arrogance and triumph.

“Is that so?”

A steady male voice sounded, and Su Mo, tall and broad-shouldered, exuding a powerful aura of oppression, walked in.

“Your… Your Highness, greetings!” The group’s expressions changed drastically as they scrambled to kneel and offer their respects.

Although Su Mo had become a “useless waste” after having his spiritual root extracted, the century of body cultivation he had practiced was not in vain. His overly robust physique, paired with his ferocious visage, exerted an overwhelming pressure. In the past, when these servants didn’t encounter him, they could boast and jeer, but now that he appeared in the flesh, they were scared witless.

Su Mo ignored them all and turned to ask Ye Lin, “Who hit you?”

Ye Lin quickly raised her hand and pointed. The two palace servants serving behind Zhou Yanyu and the older matron had all participated; they had held her down to beat her, and only after Zhou Yanyu had vented her anger did she toss the three Fire-Collection Stones on the ground as if granting alms to a beggar.

“Your Highness, have mercy…” The three of them trembled, weeping and wailing as they knelt and kowtowed incessantly.

“This palace will not make things difficult for you. The three of you will fight each other until the end. Whoever wins, I will not pursue this further. If you dare to hold back, I will take your wretched lives with my own hands!” Su Mo spoke with cold indifference.

The trembling servants looked at one another and immediately lunged at each other. By fighting each other, they might still have a chance at survival. If Su Mo were to strike, they would undoubtedly be annihilated.

Ignoring the trio, Su Mo’s sharp gaze swept toward Zhou Yanyu.

“Your subordinates do not know their place, so today, I shall properly teach you how to establish rules!”

“You dare! Su Mo, don’t push your luck. Do you intend to go to war with the Shuiyun Sect?!” Zhou Yanyu shrieked in terror.

In the next second, Su Mo walked toward her, dislocated her jaw without a word, and kicked her kneecap. Zhou Yanyu was drenched in sweat from the agonizing pain, yet she could not even scream. She collapsed onto the floor, trembling uncontrollably, her eyes fixed on the man before her with malicious, venomous hatred.

“Even if your mother were here, she would have to kneel and salute me, let alone you. Linlin, slap her!”

Su Mo sneered and handed the stage over to Ye Lin.

Ye Lin let out an excited laugh, shouted “Yes!”, rolled up her sleeves without hesitation, channeled a bit of spiritual energy into her hand, grabbed Zhou Yanyu by the hair, and began to strike. The sounds of slap, slap, slap were incessant. Zhou Yanyu’s face swelled into the likeness of a pig’s head in an instant.

The Imperial Household Department was in chaos, but everyone feared Su Mo and dared not intervene.

Wen Muli had just led Yan Yichen back to the palace when he was immediately informed by a trembling servant that Su Mo was causing a scene at the Imperial Household Department. His brow furrowed, and he was nearly amused by the sheer audacity.

“Your Majesty, please don’t be angry with Brother Su. He is a humble and kind person; he certainly wouldn’t cause trouble on his own. It must be the fault of these servants!” Seeing the situation taking a turn, Yan Yichen immediately spoke up for Su Mo.

“You really do take his side.” Wen Muli raised an eyebrow, his tone impossible to read.

“Of course! After all, I am only here healthy and by your side because of Brother Su. Don’t be angry, hmm~? Let’s go see what’s happening.” Yan Yichen stuck out his tongue and hooked his finger into Wen Muli’s palm, his voice honey-sweet.

“You, how come I didn’t notice before that you were such a troublemaker?” Wen Muli sighed with a smile, affectionately pinching the tip of his nose.

“You only just realized? It’s too late to regret it now; I’ve latched onto you and can’t be returned!” Yan Yichen giggled, pulling Wen Muli’s hand and running forward impatiently.

When the two reached the Imperial Household Department, Ye Lin was thoroughly enjoying herself. The other three servants had fared no better, with bruised bodies and torn hair, still clawing at each other.

“Outrageous! What kind of behavior is this! Someone, drag them all away!” Wen Muli roared, overcome with anger.

When Zhou Yanyu saw him, she wept even more pitifully, gesturing wildly toward him for help. Ye Lin furiously slapped her one last time before retreating, standing composed behind Su Mo, who was now sitting and drinking tea.

“Brother Su! How are you feeling…” Upon seeing him, Yan Yichen’s eyes sparkled as he rushed over.

“Heh, a cat crying for a mouse pure hypocrisy!” Ye Lin muttered quietly behind Su Mo.

The latter ignored her, running up to Su Mo with a brilliant smile. Finding him looking overly pale, his eyes filled with concern. “Your illness hasn’t fully healed; why did you get out of bed? Was it them bullying you!”

As he finished speaking, he glared fiercely at Zhou Yanyu, who was whining on the floor.

Months had passed, and their situations were starkly different. Although Yan Yichen had not yet begun his cultivation, his damaged spiritual root had been repaired; he now possessed a rosy complexion, and his pink robes made him appear all the more delicate and charming. In contrast, Su Mo, who was already fearsome in appearance, now looked pale-lipped and sickly, bundled up like a bear, appearing even more wretched.

“Cough, cough… it’s a small matter. How about you? Are you feeling better?” Su Mo gave a shallow smile, coughed, and asked, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Wen Muli. The suspicion and guilt in the Emperor’s eyes were quickly concealed the moment he noticed Su Mo’s gaze.

“What is going on here?” Wen Muli’s brow furrowed, signaling his guards to reset Zhou Yanyu’s jaw as he demanded an explanation.

“Wuu-wuu-wuu… Your Majesty, you must seek justice for me… The Empress rushed in and began disciplining me without a word…”

Zhou Yanyu, shameless as she was, sobbed as she began to turn the truth upside down. She assumed as a matter of course that Wen Muli would stick up for her. Others might not understand the grievances between them, but she certainly did!

“Bullshit! You were the one flaunting your power because you hold the Imperial Seal. After my master lost his spiritual root, he couldn’t withstand the icy cold of the Fengxin Palace. I only wanted to request a few Fire-Collection Stones from you. You refused, and then held him down to humiliate him, cursing my master as an ugly freak, and saying that a man like him is shameless for cowering beneath a man, even more wretched than a brothel prostitute!” Ye Lin crossed her arms and launched into a vivid description of Zhou Yanyu’s crimes.

These words were truly abominable; it was an act of insubordination, and even if Su Mo had taken her life on the spot, it would not have been excessive.