When Yuan Zhao heard the maid's report, he was resting in his room and gave a cold laugh.

Zhou Shiyuan is really something. He hired someone to kill someone last night, and today he still has the nerve to beg me for help.

She had seriously underestimated their shamelessness; each of them was more shameless than the last.

She closed her eyes to continue resting, and just when Qingcheng thought she had fallen asleep, she heard the other person say:

"Keep an eye on what's going on over there, and tell me when he's about to be beaten to death."

Even if my father really killed Zhou Shiyuan, no one would say anything. Compared to a hopeless marquis's mansion, it was naturally more worthwhile to curry favor with General Yuan, who held military power.

However, she was unwilling to give her father any leverage over others.

However, the injuries sustained by the guards who died yesterday, as well as those of her and Wenfeng, cannot be taken for granted; Zhou Shiyuan must at least pay back half of them.

In the hall, Old Madam Zhou's face was deathly pale, her usual composure and elegance gone. She watched helplessly as Yuan's father beat his grandson like a punching bag, her eyes filled with terror.

She was worried that if that fist landed on her, she might not be able to withstand even one punch.

Zhou Shiyuan wasn't exactly in good physical shape, but he couldn't get up after just a few punches.

He was filled with regret for agreeing to the murder yesterday. At this moment, Zhou Shiyuan had completely forgotten that it was he who had wholeheartedly agreed to it.

He knows nothing now; all he knows is that he is about to die.

This was clearly not something he did alone, yet now the suffering has become his alone.

On what grounds?

That's not fair.

Thinking of his shameful father, and how he was still lying safely in bed, Zhou Shiyuan couldn't help but say:

"It's my father, it's him..."

He was interrupted by Madam Zhou, who was seated at the head of the table, before he could finish speaking:

"Shut up, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Madam Zhou was in a state of panic. She hadn't expected Zhou Shiyuan to be so easily overwhelmed and almost reveal that secret.

At this moment, as long as they stubbornly refuse to admit it, there's nothing their father can do about it.

However, if they give in, things won't be as simple as they are now.

Thinking of this, Old Madam Zhou said indignantly:

"Don't make a fool of yourself!"

Hearing what Madam Zhou said, Zhou Shiyuan regained some composure and did not continue speaking.

But it was too late.

If it was just speculation before, then Zhou Shiyuan's unfinished words just now have confirmed his guess. The thought that the Zhou family would actually dare to poison his daughter made Yuan's father's eyes flash with murderous intent.

"You're all asking for it!"

As he spoke, he raised his fist, this time using all his strength.

Seeing the fist about to land on him, Zhou Shiyuan closed his eyes in fright.

Just then, a voice came:

"Father, stop."

Zhou Shiyuan had never thought Yuan Zhao's voice was so pleasant. He looked expectantly toward the door and sure enough, it was Yuan Zhao, who was coming in with a maid's arm.

“Zhaozhao”.

Upon seeing his beloved daughter, Yuan's father forgot all about settling scores with Zhou Shiyuan and rushed over to check on her carefully. Only when he saw that his precious daughter was indeed alright, just as she had said in her letter, did he feel relieved.

Seeing the care in her father's eyes, Yuan Zhao felt a warmth in her heart.

"Father, I'm fine."

Yuan's father had countless things he wanted to say to Yuan Zhao, but he could only suppress them at this moment.

He patted Yuan Zhao's hand and said:

"You watch from the side, and your father will avenge you."

After saying that, he gave Zhou Shiyuan a cold look, clearly intending to make another move, but Yuan Zhao stopped him.

Yuan's father was taken aback, then his eyebrows shot up:

"What? You still can't bear to part with him?"