Just like Xie An before he went up the mountain, Wang Tanzhi had already lost his nerve and conceded defeat in his heart.
There was no helping it. Taking on two opponents alone was simply asking to be humiliated. Of three people, two insisted the snow was black, and when you said it was white, they mocked you... what were you supposed to do?
But although Wang Tanzhi wanted to concede, Xi Chao was not someone who quit while he was ahead. No one here was as kindhearted as Liu Acheng.
"Brother Wendu, could it be that you refuse to accept this and wish to ask your honored father to judge?"
Sure enough, seeing Wang Tanzhi's flushed face and wandering eyes, Xi Jiabin followed his gaze straight toward the commotion nearby, then left him no room to retreat. "If you ask me, you may certainly consult your honored father. I hear that even at your age, you behave like a small child around him, often sitting on his lap... so if he insists on protecting you and uses his standing to declare us unworthy of being mentioned alongside you, we will concede. But from this day onward, please remain on your honored father's lap and stop coming to quarrel with people like us."
Wang Tanzhi's eyes reddened at those words. It was not the mockery that he could go running to his father if he lost an argument. Rather, how could this scoundrel Xi Jiabin twist things so recklessly, turning praise into condemnation? How had even the loving father and filial son relationship between him and his father become something improper in this fellow's mouth?
Did he not understand that their august dynasty governed all under heaven through filial piety?
How could he swallow this?
At that thought, he looked