Ying Lin rubbed his pale face, his entire being transitioning from a state of madness to extreme calm.
"Young Master Ying."
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.
"Are you saying?"
"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.
