The siblings knew something big was amiss.
Ye Qingqing was so scared that tears welled up, fearful of family discipline: "Father, I didn't know he was the Eldest Prince, it wasn't intentional to insult him."
"Father, I didn't even touch him, besides, his face has scars, and I'm not even allowed to mention it?"
Little Fatty made his final attempt at defiance, as his mother usually spoiled him, shielding him from any wrongdoing, he expected this time to be no different.
Surely a spoiled brat.
Ye Feng walked in holding a slender stick, sternly said, "You two, kneel down."
No one moved.
This was undoubtedly a slap in the face for him, a Third Grade Hanlin Imperial Tutor who couldn't even discipline his children at home, losing authority, especially in front of the Eldest Prince, this…
"Are you deaf? I said kneel down."
The voice became much louder, with a sharp tone, demonstrating the authority of the head of the household.
