The old servant Zhou Buyi's body began trembling again. He trembled as he wanted to raise his hand and get rid of Xu Ying, yet he did not dare lift it.
Others did not know Xu Ying's origins, but he did.
He knew that Xu Ying had been personally sent over by the Zhou Family Ancestor, Zhou Qiyun!
That alone was enough to make him dare not act rashly!
"I only meant to have Young Master Fan teach this country bumpkin a lesson. Who told him to disrespect his elders and humiliate me by saying I was incompetent? But how dare he kill Young Master Fan?"
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. As the chief steward of the inner residence, he had weathered countless storms over the years. The Aristocratic Clans and great families of Divine Land were steeped in filth and intrigue. What kind of situation had Zhou Buyi never seen?
A nobody like Xu Ying, entering the Zhou Family while flaunting his talents and offending an inner-residence chief steward like him, could be tormented until he wished he were dead with nothing more than a little inconvenience—made to kneel and beg for mercy.
But someone like Xu Ying, who had drawn real blades at the very start and even beaten his master to death—he had truly never seen one before.
Xu Ying noticed his expression and was somewhat disappointed. "You lied to me. You said the Zhou Family was number one in the world at healing injuries, but you can't save him. If I'd known, I wouldn't have hit so hard."
Yuan Qi asked doubtfully, "Really?"
"Of course not."
Xu Ying shook his head. "He sought revenge for that corrupt official Zhou Yang. He deserved to die. How could I have held back? I only said that