Yue Ziling secretly marveled. Yun Zhongge was far too difficult to deal with; no wonder he was a member of the Yun family.
He could speak warmly of brotherly affection, saying he only wanted to help, but the meaning behind his words was still a blatant transaction.
It was just that the Yun fellow was seasoned and shrewd, with a meticulous mind. The plan he had offered left Yue unable to refuse.
There was one thing Yun Zhongge had said that was right.
Compared with everything else, the most important thing for Yue Mou was to leave a good impression on Qin Qing and form a bond of goodwill with her.
As for recommending Yun Zhongge to the Purple Extreme Pavilion, he had also carefully weighed the pros and cons.
Bringing Yun Zhongge inside and uniting the Yun family's forces aligned well with his own interests.
After turning it over in his mind, he sent a thought: "Brother Yun has put it this way. If Yue Mou still refuses, then I'll truly be hurting the feelings between us."
Yun Zhongge sent a thought in reply: "There's no time to lose. Brother Ziling, please take a look..." Then he recited three lines of poetry.
The moment the three lines reached his ears, Yue Ziling realized that they were of an exceptionally high standard, far from ordinary.
Compared with them, Young Master Zheng's poem was like something on the ground beside something in the heavens.
Yue Ziling sent a thought: "I never expected Brother Yun to have such poetic talent. When we meet at the Purple Extreme Pavilion someday, if we happen to attend a gathering or banquet among fellow disciples, and Brother Yun has a chance to shine, don't forget today."
Seeing that Yue Ziling had been persuaded, Yun Zhongge was