It's no wonder Yuan Zhao overthinks things; Rong Ruo's appearance and timing are just too misleading.

Seeing her standing motionless at the door, Rong Ruo frowned:

"Didn't you need something from me?"

Yuan Zhao was taken aback, realizing she had overthought things. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly moved aside to let Rong Ruo in.

"What's wrong?"

Rong Ruo took a sip of tea and asked.

"I went outside today."

Yuan Zhao recounted his day outside to Rong Ruo. When he mentioned meeting the Second Prince, Rong Ruo frowned noticeably, clearly not in a good mood.

What did he say to you?

Rong Ruo asked.

"It's about hot pot."

"He was deliberately reminding me that hot pot originated from the palace."

"And it's also related to Zhou Yujie."

Fearing that Rong Ruo might have forgotten who Zhou Yujie was, she added:

"It's Zhou Shiyuan's son, the one who was very precocious."

Rong Ruo naturally hadn't forgotten who Zhou Yujie was, but since the other party was only a few years old, he didn't take it to heart.

He glanced at Yuan Zhao and said:

"What else is strange about that Zhou Yujie?"

Yuan Zhao knew it wouldn't be easy to hide it from Rong Ruo, so she pursed her lips and said:

"I suspect he's not really a child."

"A demon dwells within him."

If anyone else had said this, Rong Ruo would probably have laughed it off.

But when it was Yuan Zhao's turn, he thought about it deeply.

"You mean, he's so intelligent he's almost demonic?"

"yes."

Yuan Zhao nodded:

"His performance has far exceeded what a four-year-old child should be like."

What do you want me to do?

"Kill him?"

Rong Ruo looked at Yuan Zhao and asked.

Yuan Zhao was taken aback and frowned.

Everything she was doing now was just her speculation. Even though Zhou Yujie had treated her badly in her past life, she still couldn't bring herself to lay a hand on a four-year-old child.

After thinking for a while, she said:

“I hope the supervisor can have someone keep an eye on him.”

If Zhou Yujie didn't cause trouble or provoke her, she wouldn't want to lay a hand on a child.

However, if he dares to provoke her, then he shouldn't blame her for being ruthless.

Rong Ruo stared at her for a while, then snorted coldly:

"Too soft-hearted."

If it were him, even if it was just suspicion, he would never keep the person alive.

"I'd rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free"—that was Rong Ruo.

Upon hearing Rong Ruo's words, Yuan Zhao choked, and after a long while, he finally spoke:

“I am striving to learn from the supervisor.”

Rong Ruo laughed in anger upon hearing this:

"You come to me for a favor, and you dare to mock me? Who gave you the audacity?"

Yuan Zhao pursed his lips and glanced at Rong Ruo:

"Naturally, it was the Chief Supervisor who gave me the courage."

Rong Ruo's brows twitched upon hearing this; he was somewhat surprised that Yuan Zhao would say such a thing.

You know, Yuan Zhao used to avoid him like the plague. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Yuan Zhao.

Their eyes met, and Yuan Zhao averted her gaze first, saying:

"My Lord, I hope we can coexist peacefully from now on."

Upon hearing this, Rong Ruo's lips twitched:

"You really are easily swayed by emotions."

Have you already forgotten how he used her family as leverage?

Yuan Zhao frowned:

Why do you always like to do this?

Sometimes, even if that's not what you really think, you still have to say things that are unforgivable.

Rong Ruo's expression darkened, as if he had just thought of something.

"Don't think you know me well."

"And here's a piece of advice: if you're soft-hearted towards the enemy, you'll be the one who dies in the end."