Yin Qi's voice was filled with a subtle pain, but more of it was cold determination. "As for Zhao Muyun... Ji'er, this depends on you!"
"Depend on me?" Yin Ji was stunned.
"Yes! You are his apprentice, someone he trusts!"
Yin Qi walked back to Yin Ji and placed his hands heavily on his shoulders, so hard that Yin Ji's body swayed. "You must return to Shuozhou, return to him. Observe carefully, and try to find out his intentions and the bottom line of his ambitions! More importantly, let him see your potential, and see the determination of our Jin Palace!"
Yin Qi's eyes flashed with a mad yet shrewd light. "You have to make him understand that marrying Yin Yao isn't just marrying a princess; it's accepting an ally in the Prince of Jin's Mansion! It's joining a gamble that could change the world! If he truly is a rare talent, how could he be willing to forever be inferior to others, like a knife that could be discarded at any moment?"
"Father...this..."
Yinji felt unprecedentedly heavy and confused.
On one hand, there is the crisis of the family's destruction under the oppression of imperial power, and on the other hand, there is his father's desperate plan of rebellion. In between are his respected master and beloved sister.
The enormous pressure almost suffocated him.
"There's no way back, Ji'er!"
Yin Qi's voice was as firm as a rock, leaving no room for doubt. "Either we sit back and wait for the crown prince to ascend the throne and uproot our Jin Palace. Your sister might not even have a good ending with Zhao Muyun. Or, we seize this golden opportunity that your father, the emperor, has given us to serve as the crown prince's sharpening stone, and unite with Zhao Muyun, this rare genius, to fight for a way out and a future! Which path do you choose?"
In the study, the candlelight flickered, stretching the figures of the father and son to different lengths and casting them on the wall, like two trapped beasts waiting for their chance in the darkness.
Outside the window, dark clouds were pressing down heavily, as if foreshadowing a huge storm that was about to sweep across the Dayin Dynasty.
Yinji's face was pale and his lips were tightly pursed. He could clearly hear the pounding of his heart.
Beloved Master, beloved sister, family survival... and the blood-stained supreme position that he never dared to imagine...
All of this weighed heavily on his young shoulders.
He slowly raised his head, meeting his father's eyes that were burning with the flames of desperation. His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and finally, he squeezed out a heavy word from between his teeth:
"Fight!"
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