At the Yongning Marquis's residence, Zhou's father returned home from court and was resting in the main hall when he heard Zhou's mother telling him about what had happened that morning.

"My lord, you have no idea how arrogant Yuan Zhao is."

“He hit someone yesterday and left without any remorse. He came back in the middle of the night and slammed the door. Today he even attacked Shiyuan.”

“I have opposed this marriage from the very beginning. What do women who grew up on the frontier know about etiquette? It’s just a laughing stock.”

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhou frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

Just because Zhou's mother didn't like Yuan Zhao, did he like him?

But what could be done? Yuan Lin held military power, and even the emperor had to give him a wide berth.

In order to keep Yuan Lin in check, the Emperor personally issued an imperial decree to grant him the marriage. What could he do?

Thinking of this, he spoke:

"Alright, stop arguing. Don't go too far with some things."

After all, not everyone is a fool, and only Yuan Zhao, that fool, could be fooled by them for several years. He never thought that their Marquis's Mansion could return to the capital.

They never expected that Yuan Lin, that fool, would actually use his unparalleled military achievements to save the Marquis's mansion.

One Yuan Zhao is enough to restrain the Yuan family. Thinking of this, he looked at Zhou Shiyuan, who had not spoken all along.

"Your father knows you're upset, but please bear with it a little longer."

"Now that I have just regained the Marquis's mansion, I don't have any real power yet. We still need to rely on the Yuan family."

"As you know, your second and third uncles are waiting to find fault with you."

"We absolutely cannot afford any mistakes at this critical juncture."

"Women are easy to coax. Go and bring her back later."

Zhou Shiyuan's heart sank upon hearing this. He hadn't expected his father to say the same thing, and his expression immediately turned sour.

"Father, you have no idea what she did..."

He was interrupted by the servant's anxious voice before he could finish speaking:

"My lord, something terrible has happened!"

"You insolent brat, can't you speak properly? Slap yourself!"

"That's what Zhou's mother said angrily."

Ever since that incident, she has been very averse to hearing such ominous words.

The servant, weeping, slapped himself twice hard across the face before saying:

"My lord, General Yuan is leading two young generals, swords in hand, and they're coming to kill us."

"What?"

Mr. Zhou's expression changed drastically; he was so shocked that he stood up abruptly from his stool, his face filled with panic.

"Damn it, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Zhou's father didn't bother arguing with the servant and hurriedly went out.

Seeing this, Zhou Shiyuan pursed his lips and was about to follow, but his mother suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Shiyuan, is he here to settle scores with us?"

At this moment, Zhou's mother no longer held the disdain she had shown when speaking of Yuan Zhao; her face was filled with fear.

Even though she was just a woman, she had heard of Yuan's father's great name. She had heard that the number of people he had killed was equal to the number of people in the entire capital.

He killed people with the speed and agility of chopping watermelons, without even blinking.

Seeing Zhou's frightened mother, a flash of annoyance crossed Zhou Shiyuan's eyes. He said somewhat impatiently:

"This is the capital, right under the emperor's nose. What can he dare to do?"

"Mother, rest here. Your son will go out and take a look."

After saying that, Zhou Shiyuan broke free from his mother's hand and went outside.

Compared to his mother, he was not as afraid of Yuan's father.

Three years ago, when he accompanied Yuan Zhao on his homecoming visit, Yuan's father treated him very well, almost to the point of flattering him.

He didn't believe Yuanfu would do anything, and besides, what could he dare to do under the emperor's nose?