Elder Yin and his group were already trembling with fear when, with a loud "bang," Elder Yin's body shattered into pieces. Their mental defenses collapsed instantly, and they immediately knelt on the snow, desperately begging for mercy.

"Have mercy! We were just messengers, we don't know anything!"

Yan Chenghuan rubbed his wrist, a dark light flowing from his fingertips, showing no intention of stopping.

"Enough! Chenghuan, you mustn't kill her!" Yan Xingyun finally couldn't stand it anymore. Elder Yin was not a kind person, so killing her wouldn't be a big deal, but her two attendants hadn't done anything particularly evil.

Yan Chenghuan was already disliked by these people, and if he were to gain a reputation for being bloodthirsty, he would likely never have a peaceful life again.

Everyone looked at him with admonition, but Zhang Xu shook her head and stared straight at him. The faster Yan Chenghuan's strength increased, the stronger the demonic seed would become. If this continued, Yan Chenghuan's name would eventually become just an empty shell.

"Get back here right now!" Seeing that Yan Chenghuan's emotions had stabilized, Zhang Xu quickly spoke up.

The two servants who had been kneeling and begging for mercy waited tremblingly. Instead of facing death, they received a pardon and scrambled out of the courtyard.

Rong Lin had been waiting nearby since Yan Chenghuan made his move. Although he was also frightened, his composure did not cause him to lose his footing. At this moment, he was pale-faced and wanted to leave.

Seeing this, Zhuang Xiyue pointed at him and said, "You're not allowed to leave!"

Lord Zhuang shook his head: "Yue'er, you've kept him by your side for over a year. He's a nobleman, yet he's willing to serve you. Even the greatest sin is enough to atone for it. Let him go back!"

Zhuang Xiyue stomped her foot, her face flushed red: "No, I said no, and that's final! How can this little bit be enough? He almost ruined your daughter's reputation, how can you just let him get away with it like this!"

Lord Zhuang sighed helplessly. Looking at his daughter's charming appearance, he understood a lot, but he was still worried about her personality.

He casually tossed a small porcelain bottle to Rong Lin: "The antidote is all here. Take it back! Your feud should be over by now! The grudges are settled. Even if we can't be friends, we can at least treat each other like normal people."

Rong Lin bowed to them from a distance, then gripped the bottle tightly and turned to leave.

Seeing him leave without looking back, his tall figure leaving a trail of deep and shallow footprints in the snow, Zhuang Xiyue was so angry that her eyebrows furrowed together.

"Father, what are you saying? Why did you let him leave?"

Lord Zhuang was so pestered by her that he had no choice but to turn around and walk in the other direction.

Now only Yan Xingyun and his son and Zhang Xu remained in the room. Seemingly feeling that she was getting in the way, Zhang Xu weakly raised her hand and said, "You guys chat, I'm going to get some fresh air!"

Zhang Xu bowed and was about to leave when Yan Chenghuan grabbed her clothes from behind and pulled her back, saying, "You don't need to leave!"

The scene was quite awkward, and Zhang Xu could only lower her head and fiddle with her fingers.

"What's your name?" A kind voice came from above. Although Zhang Xu couldn't see his face clearly, she could sense that the person's face must be kind and warm.

"Zhang Xu".

"Great name!"

Help! Just an ordinary name would be fine.

"My parents weren't very educated. They said that when I was born, willow catkins were flying everywhere, so they named me that."

Yan Xingyun smiled, her voice kind and gentle: "The names parents give their children represent their expectations for them, and they have a deeper meaning."

Although he was answering Zhang Xu's question, his gaze remained fixed on Yan Chenghuan's side.

Even Zhang Xu, an outsider, could sense the unspoken affection.

"Cheng Huan!" means hoping that the child can be happy and loved by their parents.

So what was Yan Chenghuan so worried about?

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