"Ding-dong! Congratulations, Host, for successfully hitting the Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son 8,500 times. You have obtained 805,000 Villain Points!"
"Right, this is the feeling!"
Qin Feng was in an excellent mood. He just loved this feeling.
That powerful impact was practically addictive. It was a kind of pleasure no one else could provide; only his second brother could give him that kind of happiness.
"He really is his biological big brother!"
The servants around them looked on with sympathy.
Given Qin Hao's status as the King of Qin, others might only pretend to hit him, but his biological big brother Qin Feng was giving it to him for real. If you didn't look closely, you'd think he was a pig-headed man.
"Xiao Hao, you've gone too far!"
Yun Xiyue didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for him. Instead, she stepped forward and scolded him. "Ling'er is your legally wedded wife. Whatever issues you two have, you can talk them out. How could you hit her!?"
"Mother!"
With a pig's head for a face, Qin Hao protested aggrievedly, "I really didn't hit her!"
"Sister-in-law!"
Jiang Ling cried even harder and threw herself into the Crown Prince's Consort's arms again.
"Don't cry, don't cry!"
Though the Crown Prince's Consort was a proper young lady from a distinguished family, those words—"sister-in-law"—had left her completely smitten.
She wished she could charge over herself and give Qin Hao a good slap.
"And you still don't know you're in the wrong!"
Qin Feng was all about building his happiness on other people's pain. He immediately stepped forward and declared righteously, "When I came in just now, I heard you say with my own ears that you were going to beat Ling'er."
"I..."
Qin Hao felt like crying, and didn't know what to say.
"What? Beat her!?"