Yuwen Shu could not move. With his throat locked, his eyes bulged like a bullfrog's, his eyeballs nearly popping out.
Yuwen Shu shouted in Mongolian, "Great-Grandma, ah-"
Warrior Lan replied, "Rest assured, General! Your subordinate will take good care of your great-grandma!"
Yuwen Shu's strange condition immediately drew everyone's attention.
The Minister of Rites said, "Has General Yuwen been shot dead?!"
Jian Ruonan said, "I think he's died of embarrassment."
The Minister of War asked with feigned concern, "Should we summon an Imperial Physician?"
[The score is tied now. If Yuwen Shu dies, the contest can't continue!]
Jian Ruonan sprang forward and shouted, "Out of the way! I know medicine! Let me examine him!"
Emperor Deyuan asked, "My dear subject, how do you intend to treat him?"
Yuwen Shu was so filthy. Although his little darling was lazy, she was rather fond of cleanliness.
A doubtful look crossed Emperor Deyuan's face.
Jian Ruonan replied, "Your Majesty, I intend to administer Talk Therapy to General Yuwen."
Emperor Deyuan said, "Talk Therapy?"
How strange.
What miraculous treatment was this?
Could it be another divine power?!
I must watch closely.
Every civil and military official widened their eyes, watching intently as Jian Ruonan administered Talk Therapy.
After thinking it over carefully, Jian Ruonan understood-this bastard Yuwen Shu must have harbored murderous intent toward her and suffered heavenly punishment.
Jian Ruonan walked over, holding her nose, and said earnestly, "General Yuwen, I haven't so much as touched you. The one who shot you was Warrior Lan!"
"Every grievance has its culprit, every debt its debtor. The one who shot your balls wasn't me!"
"The real culprit is that bachelor, Warrior Lan! His reckless fucking shots put you through all this suffering! Open your eyes and take a good look, a good look!"
The instant