Ye Boheng’s words weren’t the least bit pleasant, and their meaning made both Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong uncomfortable. Both of them furrowed their brows.

“Scoundrel! How can you talk like that?” Ye Tianqu harshly rebuked him. “Hurry up and apologize to our fellow Daoist.”

Ye Boheng said stubbornly, “Everything I said was true.”

Ye Tianqu’s expression darkened.

Su Yi had been watching this entire exchange from the sidelines, but now, he suddenly interjected, “Since you dare speak the truth, why not tell your father what you did last night?”

Ye Boheng froze, stunned, and his expression shifted. “What do you mean by that?”

“If you’re brave enough to do something, you should be brave enough to admit having done it. I’ll give you a chance to turn over a new leaf, but if I have to tell them for you, you’ll no longer have the opportunity to repent.” Su Yi then took out his wicker chair, sat by the railing, took out a jug of wine, and drank with relish.

Ye Tianqu couldn’t help but frown suspiciously at his son. “What did you do last night?”

Tu Yong looked over as well. 

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