Prince Fu looked at Li Mu Yang's furious, enraged expression, then at his son's aggrieved and pained appearance. In a low voice, he asked, "What exactly happened?"
For nearly ten thousand years, a trend had suddenly become popular among the empire's powerful and influential families: raising beautiful boys for their own use. Some youths also chased after the fashion, finding mutual attraction and abandoning the proper path to pursue those crooked and wicked ways instead.
Prince Fu's heart pounded violently. He feared that his son, Chu Xun, had been seduced by some of those seductive, despicable creatures outside.
Looking at the two of them, one handsome beyond compare and the other dashing and unconventional, such a thing really could have happened.
"Let him speak." Li Mu Yang pointed at Chu Xun, looking furious.
Prince Fu grabbed his son's arm and suppressed his anger as he shouted, "Chu Xun, tell me. What exactly happened? Why did he hit you?"
Chu Xun was practically about to cry.
Why did he hit me? How would I know?
I only said a few mocking words. This bastard started hitting people at the slightest disagreement. Who was I supposed to argue with about this?
He had originally thought that even if Li Mu Yang was unhappy, he could only forcefully suppress his resentment in his heart.
How can he completely ignore all convention? He beat a member of the imperial family in public. Isn't he afraid my Imperial Father will chop his head off?
Prince Fu saw Chu Xun's look of having grievances he could not voice and became even more certain of his own guess.
He was also worried that this would cause a scandal of earth-shaking proportions on the spot—one that would not merely smear the Westwind Chu Clan's reputation, but drag it