"Are you saying that, even for the Lineage, you wouldn't tell?" Ye Yi asked with a frown.
"That depends on the circumstances. If the Cold-Blooded Group hasn't done anything to harm the Lineage, and the Lineage merely wants to know for its own benefit, then I won't tell!" Ye Lang replied. He did not think there was anything wrong with that, though saying so would displease those who placed the Lineage's interests above all else.
That was why Ye Lang would never become the Ye Clan's future head—he was not suited for it.
"What if, one day, there is a conflict between us?" Ye Yi asked.
"If it can be resolved, then resolve it! If it can't, there's nothing I can do." Ye Lang waved a hand as he spoke.
"What if only one side can remain?" Ye Yi asked.
"I'll protect the people I want to protect." Ye Lang thought for a moment before answering.
"..."
Only then did everyone seem to realize that Ye Lang was not muddleheaded. He had a ruler in his heart, one that weighed every matter, and he had his own principles in doing things. Not even the Lineage could make him change them.
In truth, if Ye Yi had asked about something else—if he had used Zhao Yarou's Xiangkong Empire as an example—Ye Lang would not even have needed to think before standing with the Ye Clan.
But the Cold-Blooded Group was different. They had helped him greatly and had always protected him. Ye Lang was no great saint, but he could not bring himself to repay kindness with enmity.
Besides, Cold-Blooded Fifth, Cold-Blooded Seventh, and Little Zero were in the Cold-Blooded Group. Just as he had said, even if one day the Cold-Blooded Group and the Ye Clan fought to the death,