Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart Chapter 211: Insulting the Prince Is a Grave Crime

Before Ye Haoming and his siblings left, they went to the hall to lodge a complaint. The four guards couldn’t stop them, nor could they hurt the young relatives of the master’s family. After the complaint, they were taken outside the mansion.

When Qiu Yu, Old Mrs. Ye’s main maid, went to bring them back, the siblings swaggered in, looking like they owned the place, thinking that now Ah Zhi, that foolish girl, would surely be punished with a beating.

The hall was quiet, no one spoke.

Beside the main seat on the sandalwood table was a long, finger-thick slender rod, which hurt quite a bit when it struck the body.

Ye Qingqing, smarter than her brother, called out imdiately after being brought back, with an aggrieved look on her face: "Grandmother, finally you’ve called your granddaughter back. Why didn’t Cousin Ah Zhi personally co to fetch ? It was her who drove out."

She never forgot to sche against her cousin.

She’s only a month younger than her little cousin, but their appearances are worlds apart, and her family isn’t as wealthy. Her elder cousin is handso and elegant, while her brother is chubby and ear-headed, and even her uncle’s official rank is higher than her father’s.

She hated how her little cousin was beautiful, with a father who was a high-ranking official and a mother with a wealthy family.

In contrast, herself!

Standing before Old Mrs. Ye, Ye Qingqing hung her head, eyes flashing with a venomous light that no one noticed.

Little Fatty’s face was marked with defiance as he shouted: "Exactly, this little girl is being defiant. I am her cousin, yet she dared to drive out, absolutely disrespectful to elders."

His gaze also landed on the slender stick on the sandalwood table, the family discipline rod!

"Grandmother, the family discipline rod is out, is it to be used in front of us siblings, as a way to account to us?"

Thinking about the execution of family law, his squinting eyes widened a lot, with a look of excitent watching the drama unfold.

The two showed no remorse, from the mont they entered, they just wanted to see others punished.

Ye Feng’s brows furrowed deeply as his large hand slapped the table: "Disobedient son and daughter, kneel down now! Tell , did you make disrespectful remarks just now, even wanting to resort to violence?"

The siblings followed their father’s gaze to see a boy with a red scar on his face.

From enjoying indulgence by her parents since childhood, Ye Qingqing’s mouth ran unchecked:

"Father, this ugly face is terrifying, I almost got scared, in the dark, without lights, I’d mistake him for a ghost. Little Cousin is really sothing, inviting all sorts of people to the mansion, mingling with so questionable friends."

She complained vigorously, missing the frantic signaling from her father and mother.

Her brother was notorious for his inability to read the room.

Little Fatty’s face turned aggressive, spat disrespectfully: "Who is this person? Uncle, quickly drive him out. I don’t understand why Uncle invites all sorts of people. His face is as such, yet doesn’t even wear a veil to cover it up."

Now, everyone was keenly aware!

To publicly insult the Prince, if this was not handled well today, it wouldn’t be a trivial matter.

"Crack."

Ye Feng stood up, slapping the table again, louder than before: "You wretched brats, this is the Eldest Prince of the current dynasty. You two are young yet harbor such malicious hearts, kneel down right now! Today, before mother, I must teach you two little brats a lesson."

With strides like dragons and tigers, he walked to the main seat’s table and picked up the rod that seed painful to hit with.

He waved it, testing the force.

The swinging stick made a whooshing sound in the air!

It hadn’t yet struck flesh, but the pain could already be imagined. If one were struck, it would take half a month to heal.

The swinging rod, the silent mother, and the grandmother on the main seat with a dark face.