Ying Lin rubbed his pale face, his entire being transitioning from a state of madness to extreme calm.
Luo Bing’s throat moved as he spoke with difficulty:
"Young Master Huang intends to sever ties between you and the Ying family. This is a crucial step in his plan for reconciliation. At this point, there’s only one option left: you must bind yourself to the Ying family, thus completely eliminating any possibility of settling old scores."
The bond between a personal steward and a direct descendant has always been one of shared glory and shared loss.
If Ying Lin falls into disgrace, Luo Bing will also lose all value. Thus, he boldly proposes a scheme.
"Create a disturbance large enough, and carry out an assassination in full view."
Luo Bing licked his lips. Compared to the earlier mad Ying Lin, he now seemed more like a gambler hoping to recover his losses with one final bet.
"You want me to openly assassinate a Supernova who is about to be honored by the Governor?"
Ying Lin wanted to ask whether he was the mad one or if Luo Bing was out of his mind.
"There’s only this choice, Young Master Ying. Young Master Huang is the first in line to inherit; his decisions represent the family’s stance. But the reason a family is a family is that, whether side branches or direct lineages, everyone must become a unified entity at critical moments.
Otherwise, how could the three-legged bird of the Ying family intimidate the Galaxy and command respect!"
Luo Bing lifted his head, facing Ying Lin, his eyes burning with fervor and excitement:
"It doesn’t matter if the assassination of the Nanhuang Daoist School’s successor succeeds or not. As long as you act, Young Master Huang and the family can’t hand you over. The Ying family can choose to reconcile proactively, but it absolutely cannot show weakness or capitulate! These are two different things!" Follow current novels on novelꜰire.net
Ying Lin pondered carefully, his mind seeming to turn a corner, understanding the true meaning behind Luo Bing’s words.
"You want me to ’kidnap’ the family? By sabotaging Ying Huang’s plans and defying the family, even if I escape being discarded, I’ll still face severe punishment."
Luo Bing stepped forward, no longer assuming the subservient posture of an ancient-era servant.
He stared intently at Ying Lin, his eyes seeming to harbor flames:
"Young Master Ying, you’ve converted all your assets into equivalent virtual currency, yet it hasn’t stopped Qin Shi from penetrating the top hundred tournament, allowing the Nanhuang Daoist School to win. He is destined to compete in the Star Cup, embarking on that ancient heavenly path.
From this perspective, you’ve utterly failed. The family won’t consider failure as a contribution. Now that Young Master Huang has come to Heng Province, you face two outcomes: either the Ying family reconciles with the Nanhuang Daoist School and you are cast aside, or reconciliation fails and you still can’t prove your worth, resulting in your abandonment.
You might ensure your survival, but it will be nearly impossible to leave this building."
Ying Lin fell silent instantly.
He looked around; having been ’imprisoned’ in the Little Red Building all these years, he had initially felt covert gratitude at surviving a disaster, only to increasingly feel powerless agitation.
Born into the direct line of the Ying family and having enjoyed the majority of earthly delights, it was only after years of confinement in this small space that he understood the true rarity of ’freedom’ in life!
"How do you plan to arrange this?"
In just a few minutes, Ying Lin made the boldest and most daring choice of his life.
Rather than live as a prisoner, he was willing to stake everything on a gamble.
Even if the final result was failure, seeing Ying Huang’s shocked and furious face would be worth it!
"I will find someone for you, Young Master Ying. Heng Province lacks no desperados who are stranded here due to the blockade. A single ticket is enough to make them risk everything!"
This was an open assassination where success did not matter.
Executing it would not be very difficult.
"Go ahead. If... I can survive this ordeal."
Ying Lin’s pale and sinister face rarely showed a touch of tenderness.
"Everything I gain in the future will have your share."