Chapter 92: Win rose with water!

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The atmosphere suddenly got tense, the words hung heavy in the air, the young master's blunt proposition cutting through the facade of pleasantries like a sharpened sword.

Lady Yang held his gaze, her mind racing as the implications of his offer sank in.

With a composure that belied her inner turmoil, she set down her teacup gently, her delicate hands trembling slightly.

Make her Matriarch? Isn't that clear Indication meaning he will kill her husband or show mercy and just cripple him?

The sudden intensity of the moment sent a shiver down her spine, but she forced herself to remain composed on the outside, maintaining the image of a refined lady.

But beneath her cool demeanor, her heart was a tempest, her thoughts swirling with a mixture of shock, intrigue, and something akin to thrill.

No one had ever propositioned her like this, and the young master's audacity both irritated and attracted her.

"Young Master..." she began, her voice steady despite the maelstrom of emotions raging inside her.

"Your offer is... unexpected, to say the least. You have created an image for being as cold as the winter frost and as direct as a dragon's breath... even I am taken aback by your bluntness,"

The servants and Saintess around them froze in place, their presence forgotten in the charged atmosphere between her and the young master.

Needless to say, they are unable to hear the conversation between, Bai Lung and Lady Yang.

The air felt thick, like a tangible force pressing upon them both.

But Lady Yang kept her composure, her poise flawless even as her heart raced, she couldn't form words clearly.

She met the young master's penetrating gaze, refusing to shrink under the intensity of his scrutiny.

Her thoughts flickered back to her childhood, to the life she had been forced to lead, and the dreams she had reluctantly abandoned.

She looked at the young master again, the cold edge in his eyes now seemed tinged with heat, a hidden fire that matched her own.

"Young Master," she whispered, the words coming out almost against her will, "You ask me to choose between duty and desire... But what if I cannot ignore what I want?"

A hint of satisfaction flickered in Bai Lung's eyes, though his expression remained as stoic as ever.

He seemed to sense the shift in her demeanor, the weakening of her resolve, a white rabbit ready to be required by a big black Panther.

"Sometimes, Lady Yang," he replied, his voice low and persuasive, "Duty and desire entwine in the most unexpected ways. Sometimes, the path that seems wrong is the one that leads us to true fulfillment. And sometimes, the greatest rebellion is found in letting go of constraints and embracing what we truly crave,"

The words seared themselves into her mind, each syllable carrying a weight that shook her to the core.

She tried to hold onto her reservations, her sense of responsibility, but it was slowly, painfully being eroded by the force of his charismatic persuasion.

Her heart thundered in her chest as she looked at him, her defenses crumbling with every passing moment.

"Young Master..." she murmured, her voice tremulous, "What you're saying... it's dangerous. I can't just... break all the rules, throw away everything I've been taught..."

[ Ding! Yang Su's current affection towards the host is 30 ]

[ Ding! Yang Su's current affection towards her husband is 35 ]

[ Ding! Yang Su is currently intimidated by Host, play your card... ]

When iron is hot, Bai Lung is mastered at hammering it.

He leaned closer, his presence now overwhelming.

"Rules are made to be broken, Lady Yang... Such offers are rare to come by,"