Jiang Zhao's face flushed the color of pig liver. The pain in his chest was nowhere near as unbearable as the resentment choking his heart.
The dignified Literary Emperor—when had he ever been trampled under someone's feet?
And every single word that bastard had just said had been peeled straight from his own mouth, unchanged.
He had even used such a contemptuous gesture. This was simply bullying him beyond all measure!
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Jiang Zhao coughed violently. A metallic taste surged up his throat, and he nearly passed out on the spot.
Lin Heng was still crouched beside him, chattering on without pause.
"Father-in-law, don't get angry. Anger harms the body. You're freshly minted young meat now, right in the prime of your growing years. You should eat more and build up your health—that's the proper thing to do."
"Shut up!"
"Don't fuss, Father-in-law. How about I tell you about the situation outside? Your dear father... oh, no, I mean... the puppet!"
"I said shut up!!"
Jiang Zhao struggled to rise, but the Humanity Domain pressed down another notch. Lin Heng immediately formed a hand seal over his chest.
The instant that mark seeped into his flesh, Jiang Zhao felt an invisible shackle clamp down on the circulation of True Yuan within him. His entire body felt as though it had been filled with lead.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing major. Just a little suppression measure."
Lin Heng withdrew his foot, dusted off his hands, and backed away two steps with a grin.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt your body. It's just to keep you from suddenly ambushing me again whenever you disagree. After all, you're used to throwing your weight around against the young. As your son-in-law, shouldn't I keep an eye out?"
Jiang Zhao struggled several times