The Battle of the Three Kingdoms Show Off Your Wealth

"I..."

Chu Xiuwen, infuriated and humiliated, attempted to stand up but instead aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain.

He restrained his anger. "Su Yingxue, what's the point of arguing with me here? You'd be better off tending to your brother's marriage. A distinguished young general, the heir of the Marquis's Manor, yet he can't even marry the one he loves. He is truly useless!"

"You..." Su Yingxue rolled up her sleeves, ready to give him a thrashing!

After all, this was the backyard. If she secretly gave him a beating, no one would see it. The empress couldn't do anything to her!

But before she could strike, there was a loud crash.

An invisible palm force struck Chu Xiuwen, sending him and his wheelchair crashing into the wall. The wheelchair shattered into pieces, leaving him sprawled on the ground, face down.

Struggling to speak, Chu Xiuwen muttered, "Ninth Imperial Uncle, you..."