"Aargh!"
The scalding tea splashed right onto his exposed skin.
Chen Le was in agony. He wanted to reach out and scratch the burn, but with his hands bound, he could only writhe and struggle on the ground.
It was a pathetic sight.
Chen Nuo sat in the main seat, not even glancing at Chen Le. With a calm expression, he simply brewed another cup of tea and offered it to his granduncle.
The granduncle's body trembled slightly, his cloudy eyes fixed on Chen Le.
A hoarse voice squeezed from his throat, "Chen Le, from this day forward, you are forbidden from taking a single step out of this ancestral hall. You will kneel here for me. When you've admitted your mistake, only then may you rise."
As he spoke, the granduncle looked toward Chen Nuo, his gaze holding a silent plea.
Chen Nuo understood his meaning and nodded.
He didn't mind either way. He had brought Chen Le back precisely to let his granduncle handle the matter.
