Upon hearing the news early in the morning, An Chaoli didn't even hesitate. He knew it must be related to Yi Chenli.

Yi Chenli's expression was indifferent as he said, "He went where he was supposed to go."

Although he didn't admit anything, his calm and cold words had already announced Long San's whereabouts.

The killer was invisible, and An Chaoli felt a chill run down his spine.

"After all, he is Lord Liu's nephew. Although he is despicable, Yuan'er was not hurt at all."

Perhaps the conflict of death was too intense, and An Chaoli could accept all punishments for Long San, whether torture or corporal punishment, as he deserved it, but in the end, he never had the thought of killing him.

A scholar, after all, is untainted by blood.

Yi Chenli sneered, his face somewhat grim. Although Long San was dead, the anger in his heart had not subsided because of his death.

“Once Yuan’er is really hurt, it will be too late for you to regret it. You may be able to have other daughters, Yuan’er is not the only one. But to me, she is unique, and I cannot accept any possible accidents, even if they are just possibilities.”

Yi Chenli's words were very harsh, and An Chaoli's expression stiffened upon hearing them. He realized that the young man before him was indeed different from him in essence.

He was dangerous and unapproachable, and perhaps his tolerance of him was solely because he was Yuan'er's father.

But can you really entrust your daughter to such a dangerous, even cold-hearted, man?

He was so cruel that deciding a person's life or death was merely a topic of casual conversation, without even a shred of emotion to spare.

It must be said that An Chaoli was deeply shocked and traumatized.

The atmosphere between the two fell into a deathly silence once again.

A girl's clear and pleasant voice broke the silence.

Good morning, Ali!

Good morning, Daddy!

Yi Chenli's face was originally gloomy, but the appearance of the girl instantly melted his icy expression.

His face wasn't so sour anymore; there was even a hint of a smile.

This change was too obvious; An Chaoli had never seen someone change their attitude so quickly.

He coughed softly, subtly displeased with the order in which his daughter greeted him; she wasn't even married yet, and her father was already ranked last.

An Yuan'er was a clever little devil. She explained in a charming way, "The order of greeting doesn't matter. Yuan'er saw Ali first and then her father, so that's why I greeted him like that."

An Yuan'er never expected that her own father would be jealous of something like this.

An Chaoli's expression softened somewhat because of his daughter's words.

He didn't mention Long San's death at all. Although his father and Yi Chenli had different ways of protecting her, their goals were the same: to hide all the darkness and leave the best for the girl in front of them.

A serving of porridge had already been prepared on the table.

An Yuan'er sat in the middle, with her father and Yi Chenli sitting on either side of her. This meal was a bit stressful.

An Yuan'er picked up the spoon and drank the porridge in front of her.

She had expected the camp conditions to be tough, but she hadn't imagined they would be this bad.

The bowl of porridge contained only a handful of rice grains. The side dish was just a small plate of dried radish.

An Yuan'er put a mouthful of porridge in her mouth and found it tasted like water, which was rather unpalatable.

An Yuan'er secretly glanced at her father and brother. They were both drinking calmly, without making any special requests.

An Yuan'er gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and gulped down the porridge she was drinking.

After finishing the bowl, my stomach didn't feel full; it felt empty.