Ye Hongyang was inexperienced with such acts as having tea thrown at him, and failed to dodge in time, his clothes drenched on one side, with a few damp tea leaves still clinging to his stained lapel.
"How could this be blamed on me and Maternal Aunt Liu? It's Madam Yin and the wretched child she bore who can't show their faces in public." Ye Hongyang hastily shook his clothes, grumbling with indignation.
Duke An's finger jabbed fiercely at Ye Hongyang, "You, the heir of Duke An, put all your heart into a concubine, how could you blame..." Sigh, never mind, although there are many reasons, the fact that Madam Yin has been disappointing remains true.