Gongxi Chou asked her, "So what if I was the one who hit him?"
Yang Ying was at a loss for words.
It was true that there was nothing she could do.
Never mind that her father was now an ordinary person. Even if he still had all his strength, facing Gongxi Chou, a fifteenth-rank Shao Shang Zao, would be like sending him to the chopping block. But Yang Ying clung to Lord Yang's arm. "Nothing. I'm just telling Father about my grievances."
Her blood kin were still alive. She was no longer alone in the world, and her life still had somewhere to return to. It was as though she had boundless courage to face the future.
Half-hidden behind Lord Yang, Yang Ying softened her voice as she asked her superior, "Didn't you do this when you were young, General?"
Gongxi Chou: "...You're still a child?"
He really hadn't. After all, Jimò Can wasn't around.
He had once pestered his uncle, though. He vaguely remembered being so young he could barely walk steadily, hopping along the road before taking a tumble and losing a front tooth. To "avenge" him, his uncle had unleashed a burst of martial aura and reduced that stretch of road to "dust and ashes."
The commotion had scared Gongxi Chou so badly that he never dared complain again.
Lord Yang said, "In this old man's eyes, Ah Ying will always be a child. If she suffers grievances while she's out in the world, why shouldn't she confide in me?"
Gongxi Chou: "..."
"Mama, come on!" Not wanting to look at the father and daughter for now, he tossed a wooden stick to Shen Tang. "Help me loosen up."
"Just what I had in mind." Shen Tang wanted to give the father and daughter some time