The moment Tang San finished his lunch and was about to leave the dining hall, Tailong, unusually, lifted his head and asked in a soft tone:
"Young Master, my grandfather has been gone for so long without any news. Do you know what you asked my grandpa to do?"
"I don't know," Tang San replied truthfully, his attitude very casual. After speaking, he got up and left the dining hall.
Therefore, he didn't see Tailong lower his head again behind him, his fists clenched tightly behind his back, his fingernails piercing his skin and digging into the flesh.
"I don't know! What a dismissive 'I don't know'! What a cold and heartless 'I don't know'!"
Tailong roared silently in his heart, his eyes wide open beneath his lowered head, bloodshot veins filling his eyeballs.
"Grandfather, you've proven your choice was wrong."
"From now on, I won't continue down the path you laid out for me. Some things must be done!"
After that, Tailong looked up at the still warm dishes on the table, a sinister and ruthless smile appearing on his face.
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Lin Clan Estate.
It was the height of summer, with the sun blazing in the sky.
The scorching sun baked the earth, and the plants and flowers planted in the estate were somewhat wilted under the high temperature.
In the main house's living room, the intense sunlight streamed in through the large, transparent floor-to-ceiling windows. Unexpectedly, however, it didn't raise the temperature in the living room; instead, it was maintained at a comfortable level.
In the center of the living room, Lin Rong sat in an elm wood chair, holding a small medicine spoon to scoop a small spoonful from each of the seven white powders on the table and mix them together. Then, he dipped a finger in and tasted it.
"It has no taste at all, colorless and odorless. It certainly lives up to its name," Lin Rong commented after tasting it.
"As for its toxicity, why don't I feel any poisoning at all?"
"Could it be because I ate too little? Should I try a bit more?"
As Lin Rong was about to do just that, the old butler sitting beside him reached out to stop him and said:
"Young Master, you've forgotten."
"The toxic effect of the Seven-Colored Splendor is to erode vitality. For a small young master like you, with your current vitality, it's normal for this small amount of Seven-Colored Splendor to have no effect."
"Moreover, the Divinity within your body should autonomously dissolve these foreign toxins. The Seven-Colored Splendor will most likely be ineffective against you."
After hearing this, Lin Rong slumped onto the table and said displeasedly:
"Boring."
"I was just curious why the Breaking Clan listed the Seven-Colored Splendor as a forbidden deadly poison, and I wanted to taste it myself to know what its toxicity is like."
"As a result, with the current state of my body, even such a small bit of curiosity cannot satisfy me."
"It's true what they say, no matter the circumstances, people will always have different troubles, just like me now."
To this, the old butler simply sat beside Lin Rong, listening with a gentle smile. After his young master finished speaking, he finally asked:
"Young Master, Shi Nian's mission is proceeding smoothly."
"Just now, Shi Nian sent back intelligence that Tailong of the Strength Clan has made up his mind and is requesting to know if the plan should proceed to the next stage."
Lin Rong got up from the table and then lay back in the chair, saying:
"Grandpa Yu, tell Shi Nian that we still need to wait a while before proceeding to the next stage."
"Tang San is extremely wary!"
"He used to eat lavish meals every day. If the dishes suddenly changed to delicate medicinal cuisine, he would definitely be on high alert, constantly vigilant about whether the medicinal cuisine was poisoned."
"Tang San is, after all, a master of poison. Moreover, he is well aware of the principles of mixed poisons and understands the interactions between medicinal ingredients almost as well as Yang Wudi."
"Therefore, we need to let Tang San get used to eating the medicinal cuisine, make him believe that the medicinal cuisine is not poisonous and that there are no conflicting ingredients among the medicinal herbs, only then can we start poisoning him."
"The Seven-Colored Splendor is made from seven kinds of medicinal powders. Administering one type of medicinal powder every few months will minimize the chance of Tang San noticing."
"When six of the seven medicinal powders have been administered, the last medicinal powder needs to be given only after Tang San has fully utilized its final value."
"As for Tailong, if his desire for revenge is too strong and he cannot remain calm, let Shi Nian handle it as he sees fit."
"As for the Nightmare, he knows how to use it well himself."
On the wooden chair, the old butler massaged the young master's shoulders. After listening, he replied:
"Yes, this old servant understands."
After speaking, the old butler continued to ask:
"Young Master, what would you like to eat tomorrow? This old servant will prepare the ingredients in advance."
"Anything is fine," Lin Rong said, reaching out and tugging at the old butler's beard. "Tomorrow is your 70th birthday, Grandpa Yu. You should also make some dishes you like to eat, instead of only making the ones I like."
Upon hearing this, the old butler replied as usual:
"Young Master, this old servant has served the Master for a lifetime, so my dietary preferences are basically the same as the Master's."
"And most of your dietary preferences are also the same as the Master's. Therefore, the dishes you like to eat are also the dishes this old servant likes to eat."
"If I had to say my absolute favorite dish, this old servant truly cannot say."
Lin Rong listened to the familiar and gentle voice by his ear, a pang of sadness suddenly striking him as he asked in a low tone:
"Grandpa Yu, your entire life has been dedicated to our Lin family."
"The meaning of life lies in living, but..."
"When Grandpa was alive, you lived for my grandpa. Now, you live for me."
"You've always lived for others. Grandpa Yu, do you think it's worth it?"
As he spoke these words, Lin Rong felt conflicted.
For him, the old butler being loyal was naturally the better, the best situation.
Because of this, his place in the old butler's heart surpassed everything; nothing could shake his standing in the old butler's affections.
But in doing so, the old butler had completely lost himself, no longer considering anything for his own sake.
Through years of interaction, the old butler had long ceased to be a mere servant in Lin Rong's eyes; he was family, relying on each other for survival.
Upon hearing this, the old butler was initially stunned, then calmly replied:
"Young master, there is no such thing as worth or unworth."
"People don't just live to exist; there are many things they want to do."
"When one has something they want to do in their heart, they gain a goal, and life gains direction, knowing how to continue moving forward."
"Compared to those who live without purpose in this world, at least this old servant has a firm goal in his heart, doesn't he?"
"Young master, from the moment this old servant joined the Lin family, my entire life has been bound to the Lin family."
"Now, young master, you are the sole heir of the Lin family. Protecting you is the only thing this old servant must do in this life."
"In fact, accompanying you as you grew up little by little, this old servant has gained much satisfaction and joy in the process."
"All of this, in itself, was worth it."
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