"Commander! Look! Just look!"
He pointed at his chipped teeth, his words slurred as he complained.
"Your son!
He hit me! He beat me!
I am a dignified court official, yet a seven-year-old child beat me into this state. How could I ever face anyone if word got out?"
Li Jing sat in the grand chair in the main hall. Seeing the bruised half of Yu Hua's face, his brows knotted tightly.
"What happened?"
"Your son... he beat me in the street!"
Yu Hua continued to wail.
"My lord, I am not saying your son is bad,
but with that temper and that strength,
what if he goes mad someday and hurts you or Madam? In my opinion, you should find an eminent monk..."
"Enough."
Li Jing rose to his feet, his face ashen.
"Someone, bring Nezha here."
When Nezha was brought into the main hall, Yu Hua shrank into a corner, not daring to look at him and only stealing glances from the corner of his eye.
Li Jing stood in the center of the hall with his back to him.
"Kneel."
Nezha stood straight and did not kneel.
"I said kneel!"
Li Jing spun around, his voice like a clap of thunder.
Nezha slowly knelt, his knees striking the blue bricks with a dull thud.
"What did you do today?"
Li Jing stared down at him.
"I hit someone."
Nezha did not deny it.
"Why did you hit him?"
"He deserved it."
Li Jing's brows drew even tighter.
"Is it your call whether he deserved it?"
Nezha glanced at Yu Hua.
Yu Hua shrank his neck and edged away.
"He called me a monster."
Li Jing's breath caught. He looked at Yu Hua, his gaze like two blades.
Yu Hua panicked in the corner, dropped to his knees