Chapter 93: 2) win rose with water!

"You speak wisely, young master," Lady Yang replied, her voice dripping with a mix of hesitation and a hint of allure. "Rules may be made to be... bent, but they serve a purpose, nonetheless."

She looked down at her tea, her elegant fingers tracing the rim of the delicate cup, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts and yearnings.

The young master's words resonated deep within her, igniting a fire that challenged her long-held notions of duty and duty.

Bai Lung observed her quietly, his unwavering gaze never leaving hers.

Looking at her finger motions, he could easily sense her inner turmoil, the flicker of lust in her eyes, and the subtle way her body leaned toward him.

( lust for power and authority ???? )

He knew he'd planted a seed, and he intended to nurture it until it bloomed.

His voice, low and velvety, cut through the tension.

"Duty and desire, Lady Yang, are like two opposite ends of a rope, each pulling you in different directions. But what happens when the rope snaps?"

Dhup! Dup!

Lady Yang's heart thumped in her chest.

The young master's words sent a shiver down her spine, goosebumps all over her body, his words were as sharp and precise as a sword.

She drew in the air, the question hanging heavy in the silence.

Duty and desire... two forces as powerful as the elements themselves. What would happen if they collided, if the rope did indeed snap?

But is she even in a position to lead a powerful family?

Her husband is a core member of this family, and its ruler... She on the other hand isn't that strong to support it, as much as Bai Lung's words interest her, she knows her worth well.

She doesn't possess much leadership nor has any great and critical thinking capacity, not to mention, she is a woman, if she were to take control, most servants would instantly leave the family.

Lady Yang's demeanor suddenly shifted, a flicker of iron beneath her soft exterior. She may be conflicted, but she wasn't that weak to be swayed by some flowery words.

"Young Master," she said slowly, her voice firm.

"I am not a piece of silk to be seduced with sweet words. There must be more to your proposition than what you've revealed. What are your true intentions for me?"

Bai Lung's lips quirked in a sly smile. He admired her courage, her refusal to be swayed by mere honeyed words.

He leaned back, his gaze intent on hers

"Ah, Lady Yang, you are indeed perceptive. I expected no less. The truth..." He paused, choosing his words carefully.

"The truth is... I seek partners. Not just any partner, someone who can match my ambition, someone who can rise above the constraints of ordinary Dao life. But make no mistake, it's not you... " Bai Lung was brutally honest.

"However! I do see some potential in you, you can be a powerful ally and I can help you rise... It's a win-win for both of us," Saying that, he slides the empty cup in the middle.

"The talk ends here... If you are interested then visit me tonight, since, I may have to stay here, also one last thing... I have crippled your son, which you don't know about,"

'Eh?'

She was flabbergasted, a monkey struck by a lightning strike.

She couldn't believe her ears... This young master crippled her son?

Lady Yang took a deep breath, her mind racing to grasp the situation. She steeled herself, straightening her spine to collect her scattered thoughts.

"My son..." she began, her voice firm but betraying an underlying note of anguish.

"He's just a child, barely about to step into the decimal period . What did he do to deserve such a fate?" she had not doubted his words at all.

However,

Bai Lung just gave a polite mocking smile, the next moment, everything was back to normal.

"Patriarch!" The butler cried, seeing the sign of the patriarch waking up.