Li Yuanxiu strode into the main hall, followed closely by Li Yuanjiao. There, they saw several clan uncles waiting anxiously, their faces showing panic and their body language restrained. They whispered in low voices:
"Young Master, my son acted rashly. Please let him return home..."
"Exactly! Young Master, when managing the family, we must show some compassion..."
Li Yuanxiu swept his gaze across the room and knew immediately that these were the elders of some clan brothers who had been acting recklessly in the Eastern Shanyue, allowing soldiers to engage in insulting and joyful activities. He merely clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice:
"It's not that I am being harsh, but what several brothers have done is excessive. There are those who take pleasure in slaughtering soldiers, those who bully other people's wives and daughters, and even those who dance with babies skewered on spears... Can the elders really bear to witness this?!"
