Get out of here!
The king kicked Eldest Prince Mo Jiao into tumbling on the ground.
The tear stains on his face had yet to dry, and he looked up dazedly at his old man in confusion.
The old king picked up a ruler in passing and slapped it at Mo Jiao's back. "You think your father doesn't know what cunning plot you're scheming? You think your father, I, am a dotard?"
The eldest prince was stupefied!
He had come over to make a timely stance and demonstrate his fine moral character of loving and protecting his younger brother, yet his old man still berated him for that? If this wasn't called being a dotard, then what was?
"Royal Father, Royal Father!"
