Li Tingqian fell to the ground, puckered his mouth, and wanted to cry.
"Don't cry!" Ms. Ma shouted harshly, pointing at him, "If you dare to cry, you won't eat tomorrow either! Get up!"
Li Tingqian crawled up, trying hard to hold back his tears.
Ms. Ma coldly said: "Deshan, watch him. Don't let him back in the room until an hour has passed."
She snatched the food box from Li Tingqian's hand and threw it far away.
Li Tingqian's little body trembled.
Deshan cautiously said: "The emperor's eldest grandson is still young, after all. If he gets hurt and the emperor investigates..."
Ms. Ma shot a cold glance at him: "Deshan, if a servant can't control his tongue, there's not much use keeping it. It might as well be cut off and fed to my cat."
Deshan shivered and lowered his head: "This servant understands."
Compared to letting the emperor's eldest grandson starve, his own tongue was obviously more important.