Ming Lingyi couldn't just stand by and watch Li Yan kill someone in a fit of rage.
The earlier sword strike was lesson enough for Zhao Shu.
But if Li Yan were to get into serious trouble over someone like this, she, as his mother, would be the first to object.
There were many ways to punish someone; it wasn't necessary to do it yourself every time and give people leverage against you.
Ming Lingyi had wanted to explain this reasoning to Li Yan, but when the Little Bun looked at her, his face was on the verge of tears, looking utterly pitiful.
At this sight, even though she had countless scolding words ready, she couldn't bring herself to say a single one.
"Don't cry, don't cry." Ming Lingyi couldn't help but speak when she saw Li Yan's big, round eyes turning red. She really didn't want the Little Bun to burst into tears; she had absolutely no experience with crying children.
"I'm not!" Li Yan mumbled sullenly.
