This time, the slap came not from the old man, but from the princess consort, who had remained silent.
The princess consort slapped him, leaving everyone stunned.
Even the old man looked over in surprise.
"You bastard, who do you think you are? Every other word out of your mouth is 'witch,' and you find every possible way to torment me and my son. I've had enough of you!" The princess consort struggled to straighten her back.
She might have been afraid before, but now that she knew this bastard was not Elder Prince Lin's biological son, what was there to fear?
"You-you dared to hit me?" Prince Lin was incredulous.
When had anyone ever struck him? And now he had taken two slaps, one on the left and one on the right-a matching pair.
"You're exactly who I meant to hit!" The princess consort gave an indignant little hop.
"Father, she..."
Smack!
Another crisp slap rang out. Prince Lin covered the other side of his face, utterly dazed.
"You worthless bastard! All you ever do is make a disgrace of yourself!" Elder Prince Lin snapped.
Before, he had believed this man was his biological son, so he had tolerated everything.
Now that he knew this man was an impostor planted by those adopted sons, how could he possibly swallow another mouthful of humiliation?
"Father, I-I'm making a disgrace of myself?" Prince Lin remained dumbfounded.
It was as though he were seeing his father for the first time. He stood to one side, his face flushed crimson.
"If not for you, how could Prince Lin's Mansion have had so many problems?" Elder Prince Lin was too ashamed to say that Prince Lin's Mansion had sprouted enough cuckold's green to cover a vast prairie. He could not bear that disgrace!
"Father,