"Stop!" Long Chen bellowed. As his voice fell, the people rushing towards Shi Feng—at least a dozen of them—were immediately sent flying backward, crashing to the ground.
"Son!"
"Dad!"
"Uncle!"
Among those sent flying by Shi Feng were fathers, sons, uncles... A wave of cries ensued.
When others thought to rush forward again, Long Chen shouted once more, "Everybody, stop for His Highness!" It was only when this command echoed did they barely manage to halt.
At that moment, a sixty-year-old whose son had been struck by Shi Feng, undeterred by Long Chen's royal identity, shouted coldly, "Prince Chenn, your servant has committed violence during the State Preceptor's birthday feast. You must give us an explanation, mustn't you?"
The elder was none other than Duke Wei of the current court, Dongfang Han; the son he referred to was his eldest, Dongfang Ziyu.
After Duke Wei had spoken, another elder followed suit, "I believe that Prince Chenn will give us an explanation."
