Holy shit!!!

Ning Chen was stunned speechless, his eyes bulging like a toad's.

He had peed in front of the civil and military officials, the imperial guards and the guards of the imperial presence — and right outside the Hall of Cultivated Heart?

This... this... Just let me die, Ning Chen wailed inwardly.

Never mind the gross disrespect for now. The real problem was that everyone had seen him flash his spear... Death by embarrassment, right there on the spot.

I can't live with this. There's no way I can live with this!

"You... you're pulling my leg, right?"

Ning Chen asked, clinging to one last shred of hope, though he knew Yudie had never once lied to him.

The three women looked at him and said nothing.

Ning Chen's heart sank lower and lower.

He burrowed down under the covers. He could never face anyone again!

"Zisu, do you still have that poison that seals the throat the moment it touches blood? Give me a packet."

The three women exchanged a look and eyed him, at a loss.

Just then, Pan Yucheng and the others arrived.

"Is he awake?"

Zisu nodded slightly. "He just woke up!"

Ning Chen lifted the covers a crack and peeked out at Pan Yucheng and the others.

Feng Qizheng chuckled. "Ning Chen, not bad... Peeing in public in front of the Hall of Cultivated Heart. That's truly — none, none..."

Chen Chong took it up. "None before him, and none to come after!"

"Right, right, that's the one... How much confidence does a man need to pee in public?"

Ning Chen's muffled voice came from under the covers. "Stop. Just let me die... I can't face anyone!

Starting today, the doors are closed to visitors... If anyone comes calling, tell them I'm not here."

Pan Yucheng coughed. "I think you should go call on the historian."

From under the covers came a muffled "Why should I call on the historian?"

"Because the historian's sure to put something like this in the history books."

Ning Chen was floored.

Then this blot on his record would…