Chapter 1988 The Days of Being Pampered by My Wife in the Zerg Tribe 26

"Young master, the master is waiting for you in the punishment room." The waiter stopped Zenor from going to the attic and pointed in another direction.

Zenor paused slightly, his thoughts traced back to the warning at the Prince's Palace that day, and he immediately knew what he was going to face.

The punishment room is always cold and gloomy.

Zenor hasn't been here for a long time. Ever since he married Jinchen, he hasn't even been whipped like the female monarchs would be when they were scolded. It's like he's living in a greenhouse full of sunshine and rain.

Walking in again, it is inevitable to feel uncomfortable.

He walked slowly to the Earl of Eaton and knelt down with his back straight.

"Father."

"Zenor, actually, I didn't want you to come here."

Earl Eaton frowned and stood with his hands behind his back. "You are now the female monarch of the S-rank male insect, the noble female insect of the empire and even the entire main planet. Logically, I shouldn't scold you."

"But you still let me come." Zenor's tone was flat, just like the tone he used when he asked Duke Claude to change his engagement partner at his house that day.

"You think I made the wrong choice, don't you?" Zenor looked up at his female father, the military female who had been in control of the entire Zenor family since he could remember. She was cold and cruel, and regarded rules as iron laws.

However, growing up in such an environment, he repeatedly disobeyed the orders of his female father.

"Then, Zenor." Earl Eaton looked disappointed and angry, "Why didn't you do as I said? You should have chosen a suitable female monarch for Lord Jinchen earlier."

Zenoel: "I would never do that."

He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked back at his father's anger fearlessly, "I will not follow the path you have taken."

"I won't select female servants for my male master during the wedding period, and then go to the front line away from home for five years, and then take over the Zenor family when I come back. I won't let those female insects be buried with the seriously ill male master to pave the way for glory and status."

Swish!

"Zenor!"

A solid whip landed on Zenor's back, causing blood to flow and skin torn apart.

He just trembled a little, still kneeling upright, but feeling sad in his heart.

Earl Eaton's tone was heavy and even a little sad. "Are you blaming me for my mistakes? How long do you think Lord Jinchen will love and pamper you? You have nothing. Are you going to be trapped to death?"

"Female father, Jinchen is different."

Zenor's jaw was set tight, but his voice was choked up, "He won't."

"The Lord has agreed to let me return to the military and fight on the front lines, as long as I guarantee my safety..."

Lord Eaton never believed these words before, but seeing how deeply the woman had fallen, he knew that no matter what he said, he would not change his mind.

"You are my most proud child." Lord Eaton slammed the whip again, turned his back to Zenor and sighed, "Now, you are the one that disappoints me the most."

Zenor pursed his lips, his chest filled with infinite sorrow.

He really wanted to question whether such pride and favor required scars and blood, but he held it back.

Not important anymore.

It’s too late to say now what you didn’t ask when you were young.

"Father, the lord is still waiting for me outside." Zenor stood up, blood flowing from his back muscles, and bowed slightly to Earl Eaton, maintaining the dignity of the Zenor family.

"Farewell."

Zenor went back to his room and changed into a dress. He hoped with some distress that the smell of blood would not be too strong, and went straight outside the palace to find Jinchen.

The other side of the corridor.

Jinchen sat in the rocking chair and once again rejected the invitation of the noble male insects. He seemed not to understand their overt and covert sarcasm and still looked fragile and harmless.

Unable to see them, the spiritual power line circled around Hobert, then bypassed Vika, and finally returned to Jinchen's body, bringing the result of the test.

[Host, they are scolding you!] Ling Gun Gun twisted his butt, [A man can tolerate it, but a piece of wood cannot!]

Jinchen moved his fingertips slightly, picked up the goblet and took a sip of wine, and felt bad.

pat.

The sound of the wine glass being placed on the terrace coffee table was crisp and insignificant, but it inexplicably shut up the male insect who had been talking just now.

A heavy, sharp mental force pressed down.

The noble male insects present all looked terrified and stood up immediately, "Sir Jinchen, what are you going to do?!"

"Everyone, are you done?" Jinchen changed his posture and sat lazily, his beautiful eyes half hidden in the dimness of the silver moon, but without any warmth.

"You think I'm stupid and can't understand those dirty words?"

He did not answer but asked instead, his expression revealing a nonchalant indifference, which was very different from his previous fragility, leaving the male insect speechless when he wanted to defend himself.

Only at this time did they truly realize the horror of S-level male insects.

It's just mental pressure. The constant pressure coming from inside the skull is about to explode.

“No…” Those with a slightly lower level could no longer hold on, and knelt on the ground, holding their heads and explaining: “No, sir! It’s your brother Hobert! He always says you are a waste in front of us!”

These nobles were so used to being praised that they had long forgotten how painful it was to be mentally oppressed.

Hobert's body was stiff, and he had to exert great effort to prevent himself from kneeling down, while the female insect Vika beside him had already trembled and curled up.

"Jinchen! How dare you...ah!"

An extremely sharp spike stretched out from behind Jinchen and pressed against Hobert's throat.

"Brother, please be careful with your words and actions." Jin Chen tapped the coffee table with his fingertips and looked at him with his chin propped up. "You don't want to die here tonight, do you? You know the Empire won't punish me."

The whole small garden was in complete silence.

Every male insect looked at the sharp thorn in horror and trembled like a sieve.

"Spiritual power... materializes..."

In the silence, the spikes turned into clapping hands, giving a few slaps to every male insect with a dirty mouth.

Until the guests attracted by the shouting arrived, Jinchen slowly retracted the spikes and walked out of the shadows.

The young and handsome male insect was casual and lazy, and the moonlight shining on his body seemed to be filled with divine light. The nobles were unable to utter any questions.

Even if there are male insects lying all over the ground.

"Spiritual power materializes, Your Excellency Jinchen!" The minister of the Insect King rushed over and asked almost fanatically: "Have you mastered this ability?"

Amid the noise, Jinchen saw Zenor at the end of the corridor and subconsciously frowned.

Something seems to be wrong with his female lord.

"Yes," Jinchen said without looking at Hobert who was dying on the ground, "thanks to these people, they pushed out my potential."

"This..." The minister immediately made a decision. He didn't want to offend either side and wanted to ask the Insect Emperor for instructions. He could only say, "We will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Now, please make way for me."

Jinchen walked out of the terrace surrounded by them and glanced at Earl Eaton, "I'm going to find my female lord. I hope he's okay."

Lord Eaton looked surprised, but as if nothing had happened: "Sir Jinchen, don't you need to choose a dance partner?"

Jinchen: "..."

Father-in-law, is this what you should say?

This group of nobles is really incomprehensible.

"Need not."

Jinchen said this and left quickly.