Madam Yin was startled by Yin Ting's words.
"Th-this doesn't seem right, does it?"
Madam Yin's conscience still troubled her, but the more Yin Ting thought about it, the more workable the plan seemed.
"People's desires are never satisfied. If he stays around, he might only ask for some silver today, but tomorrow he could ask us to do things for him, and the day after that, he might demand that our children serve him.
Since he saved my life, we can only agree, not refuse. But a debt like that is so hard to repay."
At the mention of their children, Madam Yin began to waver too.
"All right. In that case, we'll do as you say."
In the end, they resolved to get rid of Zhong Xiujie.
Eavesdropping outside the door, Zhong Xiujie lost his composure on the spot.
They were going to attack him over nothing but groundless speculation?
Had he known, he would have been better off letting Yin Ting die at Sand Slope. No good deed went unpunished.
"I happen to have a packet of knockout powder. Put it in the wine, my dear. I'll go check on him first so he doesn't get suspicious."
Yin Ting handed Madam Yin a small white packet of medicine. Once she nodded, he turned and went outside.
"Lord Zhong, sorry for the wait. The wine will be ready in a little while. We must drink until we drop!"
Yin Ting walked over to the table, sat down, and offered Zhong Xiujie an explanation.
"Of course, of course."
Zhong Xiujie had hurried back to the table as soon as Yin Ting finished talking about drugging him. Hearing his words now, he gave a perfunctory reply.
Now Zhong Xiujie was wondering when would be the best time to expose his