Seeing the way Peony held the brush, Luo Wen knew what to do. He stepped forward and restrained Mo Geluo, grabbing his hair and forcing his head back.
"How dare you," Mo Geluo struggled, but he was too injured to break free.
"General Mo, an apology requires sincerity," Ye Qianning's voice drifted out lightly.
'People must bear the consequences of their mistakes. What they were doing was already a light punishment.'
Mo Geluo gritted his teeth and glared at Ye Qianning.
"What are you looking at her for? Look at me." Peony blocked his line of sight, her slender hands holding the ink brush as her eyes crinkled into a smile.
Mo Geluo's eyes bulged. 'Damned women,' he thought, 'I swear I'll make you pay for this tenfold.'
Unintimidated by his ferocity, Peony smiled as she lifted the brush toward his contorted face. With a slight movement of the tip, she wrote the word "Vile" on the uninjured part of his left cheek.
