The commotion between the two startled Zhao Dahe and Zhao Xiaohua.
Meng Yao swung the wooden stick in her hand with vigor, while Zhao Ting kept dodging.
"Mother, what's going on?" Zhao Dahe couldn't help but ask.
He could tell that Meng Yao was very angry.
"You both go back inside, your mother and I are sparring," Zhao Ting quickly answered, "Hurry back."
Regardless of the situation, he looked quite embarrassed now, and he didn't want to appear so pitiful in front of Zhao Dahe and Zhao Xiaohua.
Meng Yao was also mindful that once she left, Zhao Dahe and Zhao Xiaohua had to rely on Zhao Ting somewhat, so she didn't explain why she was acting like this, giving him a bit of dignity.
Zhao Xiaohua tugged at Zhao Dahe, "Brother, come, help me see how my calligraphy copying is going."
Father seems to be yielding to Mother, and Mother seems unwilling to lose. Maybe this is their way of developing affection; standing here would interfere with their bonding.
