He approached Wen Ranchen, his gaze solely on his son, ignoring Aunt Qiao beside him. His words carried authority and a palpable threat, enough to instill fear for no reason, "Ran'er, I've taught you that no matter the situation, you must not show your emotions on your face. Your quick temper will only harm you."
Wen Ranchen lowered his head, unconsciously clenching his hands. He remembered how things were when his mother was still alive; his father was not like this. But he said nothing, only admitted his mistake, "Father, I was wrong."
"Go apologize to your aunt. As a leader, you must not only lead and train troops but also win their support. Your heart is not broad enough yet."
Apologize?
Wen Ranchen found it ridiculous. Why should he apologize to Aunt Qiao when clearly she was in the wrong first?
Wen Ranchen stood there for a while, several times wanting to speak, but thinking of what Aunt Qiao had just done, he resisted.
