"Hengheng, he..." Ye Hongyang's face reddened slightly, finding himself at a loss for words regarding his sons' studies, "Father, it is commonly said, 'Do not despise the poor youth.' Hengheng and Yiyi are still so young, their paths lie stretched out before them. How can you look down upon your own grandsons like this?"
Ye Heng and Ye Yi also had expressions of shame and anger on their faces.
Duke An said indifferently, "How old are they? Shall I summon Jiang Yifan to speak to you and your two grandsons about the age at which he took his exams all along his journey? And to tell you and your grandsons about matters of the common folk, affairs of the court, and agriculture and livelihoods?"
