"Alright, stop crying. Mom won't let you suffer."

"Your father is here too."

"Okay, Mother." Jiang Nuanyi wiped away her tears and nestled back into her mother's arms.

However, although she wasn't crying, Jiang Nuanyi was still a little scared and worried about the future.

But now that things have come to this, there's nothing we can do but accept it.

On the other side, Zhong Xiangyu followed his father to the Prince of Pingxi's mansion, but when they knocked on the door, only a servant came out to take a look at the door at first.

When Zhong Xiangyu's servant knocked on the door later, no one answered.

"It's all your fault. It seems the Prince of Pingxi's mansion is quite dissatisfied with what happened that day," Zhong Xiangyu's father said with a worried expression.

"You unfilial son, you've made me lose face along with you!"

"Quickly, steward, get your young master a bamboo stick. Today you'll come here to apologize with a bundle of thorns on your back." With that, Zhong Xiangyu's father kicked Zhong Xiaoyu, knocking him to the ground.

"Kneel down, don't get up."

"Dad, this is so embarrassing," Zhong Xiangyu said with a troubled expression.

"This is all your doing. If you don't show some sincerity, neither of us will be able to get through this door today!" Zhong Xiangyu's father said sternly.

"Yes, Father, I understand. I'll kneel down, okay?"

Then, a short while later, the butler came running over with a bramble branch he didn't know he had found somewhere.

"We'll install it for you," Zhong Xiangyu's father said, following the butler's instructions.

"Yes, sir."

Because of the commotion, a crowd gradually gathered around.

"What's going on? Why is this person kneeling here?"

"I don't know, but he looks like he's here to apologize, he's even carrying a bamboo stick on his back."

"This is going to be interesting. I expect someone will be here soon."

...

As time went on, more and more people gathered around.