However, the court appeared calm and uneventful, with tranquility under the Emperor’s iron-fisted suppression.
At this moment, a small whirlwind was forming in the Daqing Dynasty, and no one knew what shape it would take or when it would erupt.
Recall the fair scenery, do not let it pass in vain.
In the center of the hall stood a fat person and a thin person, initially able to suppress their cries, but as the stick came down again and again, they finally couldn’t hold back and cried aloud.
"Father, I won’t dare again, sob~sob~ I’ll never dare again, it hurts so much."
"Sob~ I won’t be naughty anymore, I will listen to whatever you say, please don’t hit anymore, sob..."
Pleading voices echoed, crying miserably.
The grey-robed middle-aged man seemed not to hear, as he continued to land the blows one after another.
Beside him, the woman in the red long-sleeved dress, her eyes red, wiped tears with a handkerchief, watching the stick fall again and again on her son and daughter, almost having her heart torn by her treasured son and daughter’s cries.
But, Old Mrs. Ye was watching, the Eldest Prince and Thirteenth Princess were also present; to speak and stop it would be of no use.
Lu Xiujuan cast a venomous gaze at Ye Zhi, blaming her for expelling people with the guards and bringing the Prince and Princess into the mansion without prior notice, otherwise, how would Haoming and Qing’er behave like this, this little witch has grown up, and her scheming has increased, this incident today she will surely not rest, Ye Ling, I will be at odds with you until death.
Ye Qingqing, finding it useless to plead with her father, turned her head and cried for her mother’s help: "Mother, it hurts so much, mother, please tell father to stop hitting me, okay, I’ll never dare again, sob~sob~..."
Little Fatty followed his sister’s plea, squinting his tearful eyes at his mother: "Sob~ Mother, I know I was wrong, please ask father to stop hitting me, sob..."
Marks were drawn out on their clothes as the sticks landed one by one.
The sounds echoed clear, but landed firmly on the mischievous children.
The Ye Mansion was no longer as favored as it once was, and in recent years, as Emperor Jingping’s reign grew longer, the favor declined; maintaining the position of Third Grade Hanlin Imperial Tutor was not easy, and without his official status, he would find it difficult to survive in the capital, relying on his Chief of Staff brother was hardly a chance.
Ye Feng used the stick not just for his children’s discipline, but for his own future prospects.
Noble Princess Consort Xiao cherished her son the most, and if news of humiliation spread, she might only clash with him, the tutor.
The two children cried fiercely, yet the man wielding the stick showed no mercy; it was time to give them a lesson.
Xiao Li Qian was well protected by Noble Princess Consort Xiao, and had never witnessed punishment of palace maids in front of him, seeing few bloody scenes, he felt uncertain in this situation.
These two intended to harm his Sister Ye Zhi, so it’s okay if the beating lasted a while longer.
The fair little face turned towards the little traitor, eyes seemingly asking: how much longer must the beating last before it stops?
The observant little traitor, upon receiving his gaze, immediately gave a signal, suggesting: wait a little longer.
Missing this chance, who knows when they would have the chance to retaliate against Ye Haoming and Ye Qingqing next, naturally he was not in a hurry, best to beat them a little longer.
His gaze softened as he looked at the little girl beside him, bright eyes and pearly teeth, eyes like apricots, he resolved that if he could not prevent Old Mrs. Ye from enforcing house discipline, then he was willing to suffer with her, Li Qian being the Eldest Prince meant with his presence, risks could be averted, but if he were not strong enough, and troubles arose again needing Ah Zhi to protect him, what then?
If he could, he truly wished to be by the little girl’s side, protecting her safely, having her sweetly call him every day: Xiao Chen.