Yang Houjia set down the bamboo slip in his hand and said softly, "Ning Xiu Cong is a Spirit Crane, soaring high and ranging far, never caught in the dusty net of the world. A quiet mountaintop is all he needs to roost."
"But Ning Xiufu is a Cunning General."
"Ruthless and resourceful, able to bend or stand tall, he shows others a face of gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality, and humility. In troubled times, he would be a talent capable of restoring a fallen house. If your Ning Family is to keep its footing amid the buffeting wind and rain, you will almost certainly have to rely on him."
"Ning Xiu Rang is too ordinary, while Ning Xiuqing is a gallant hero. Of these three, Xin Ping, who do you think will die?"
Ning Xinping's gaze grew colder, and much of the respect vanished from his face. "Great True Person, you have already decided. Why bother asking me?"
Yang Houjia intended to intervene in affairs in the Northern Lands. Sooner or later, the Yang Family would push the Ning Family to the forefront. One of the Wisdom King's Three Bodies suddenly rejecting the north and heading south was merely an opportunity.
Ning Xinping understood, in truth, that Ning Xiangyi still had not believed him.
The rise and fall of their entire family was at stake. How could Ning Xiangyi readily believe that Ning Xinping, who had never been adept at scheming, could bring the Ning Family safely to ground?
Yet he had no choice but to trust his family's True Person, because only Ning Xinping had the standing to discern the truth through layer upon layer of mist and conspiracy.
Caught between belief and disbelief, a man would inevitably hesitate, and that hesitation was precisely what the Yang Family needed...