Yaoqi had been feeling quite down lately and hadn't been to the Imperial College for several days.
When Su Xiang heard of it, he had someone take a leave of absence for his son and went to find him personally.
As soon as he entered, he saw Yaoqi lying sickly on the bed. Not seeing a single servant in his courtyard, Su Xiang burst into anger, ordering the maids and old servants serving Yaoqi to be dragged out and beaten.
Yaoqi, who had been like a walking corpse for several days, came to his senses and looked at his father, his face indescribably haggard. "Father, why punish the people in my courtyard?"
Su Xiang let out a cold snort and sat forcefully beside his bed, "If I don't punish them, are they to let you, their master, serve them like a slave?"
Yaoqi pressed his lips together, "It was I who told them not to stay in the courtyard to disturb my peace."
