After stepping outside, Han Qiwu's initial anger faded significantly as soon as he caught sight of Prince's massive figure.
When educating children, you should speak properly. No hitting allowed.
After all, it's pointless to hit someone you can't beat.
In the small, rainy courtyard, Prince was standing upright, leaning against Wutong's window, craning his neck to peer inside.
Inside Wutong, the four little chicks were trembling and shivering, their butts sticking up as they buried their heads into the nest.
Han Qiwu: "...Do you all think you're ostriches or something?"
"Prince! Stop scaring them! Do you think every vegetarian that big comes with your proportions?" Han Qiwu snapped at Prince with a stern face.
This was the moment to assert his authority as the master of the house.
Prince was surprisingly cooperative. As soon as he heard Han Qiwu's voice, he cheerfully backed away from Wutong.
