"Young Master, should we..." Feng Qiwen asked tentatively.
Ye Yu merely waved a hand. "Let her go. If we kill her now, Zhou Li's position as Crown Prince will probably be gone."
Zhou Li had said before that Zhou Qitian was already dissatisfied with his ability to handle matters. If anything happened to Ye Qingxuan now, Zhou Li would basically have no chance of ascending the throne.
Trading one person's delayed death for a super dynasty spanning the Qingyunlei Three States—any fool knew which choice to make.
As the saying went, those who killed on a whim just for a moment of satisfaction were either fools or idiots.
Since Ye Qingxuan was destined to die, what Ye Yu truly needed to consider was how to make her death yield the greatest possible benefit.
Yet Zhou Li could not take in Ye Yu and Feng Qiwen's conversation at all. He stood there, utterly dumbfounded.
What had he just heard?
The Xu family? Ye Yu was not only from the Ye family, but also from the Xu family?!
Two great clans from the Central State stood behind Ye Yu? Wasn't that heaven-defying? Wouldn't he be able to swagger through the Three States sideways?!
At once, Zhou Li felt that signing this master-servant contract had truly been worth it!
He was Ye Yu's man. When Ye Yu soared to greatness someday, would he possibly forget him?
Only after a long while did Zhou Li recover. Looking at Ye Yu, he swallowed and asked, "You... you really are from the Xu family?!"
"Yes. And the woman who came to your Great Zhou more than ten years ago was probably my mother. Do you understand what I mean? I don't care how you do it—use every means possible to investigate what happened back then, then