"I deliberately made you angry. If you want to hit someone, hit me instead, don't hit your brother!" Ye Jinghe's eyes instantly reddened when he saw his brother being hit for defending him. He got off the chair, ran to the emperor, and grabbed his sleeve.

He wanted to hold the emperor's hand, but he was too short and couldn't reach the emperor's outstretched hand, so he could only pull hard on his sleeve.

"My Fifth Prince—" Zhang Shunde's lips twitched at the sight, wanting to step forward but not daring to.

After all, he had never encountered such a scene since His Majesty ascended the throne, and he really didn't know whether he should step forward to protect His Majesty.

Go forward, but this is a private matter between father and son, and His Majesty cannot be hurt by a four-year-old toddler!

If we don't step forward, what if His Majesty holds us accountable later—

This must have been incredibly difficult for him!

The other princes and princesses just stared in disbelief, none of them quick-witted!

Not to mention how troubled Zhang Shunde was, the emperor was also very surprised.

After all, he could feel that Ye Jinghe was pulling his sleeve with considerable force, probably using all his might.

This wolf cub was truly not afraid of him at all; he almost tore the dragon robe to shreds!

He didn't really want to hit Ye Jingchen; he was his beloved eldest son, how could he bear to do that!

But this little wolf cub needs to be properly disciplined!

He suddenly pulled the sleeve out of Ye Jinghe's hand.

With a loud "thud," Ye Jinghe was thrown onto his backside and sat on the ground, his gloomy little face still somewhat bewildered.