Bab 230: To Die A Horrible Death? (1)

Pang Zihuang nervously paced back and forth in the royal study. His eyes frequently flicked towards the door as anxiety crept over his handsome face.

Sh*t! He thought. Why has that little brat yet to return? It has been so long. We are going to give his ass a good whooping once he gets back…

At that moment, the door swung open. Aside from Her Imperial Majesty the Empress, only one other person was allowed to meet him without prior notice. Pang Zihuang, filled with rage, let out an angry roar and rushed towards the door. Before Pang Ran could even react, a strong arm grabbed and smacked him — right on the buttocks.

"You brat!" Pang Zihuang yelled. "When did you return? Do you have any idea how long We have waited for you? Sh*t! You snuck out to eat red roast pork again, did you not? We are going to strike your bottom until it bleeds or We are not fit to be Your Imperial Father!"