The next day, at the Yu Residence in Jingzhou.
"I don't believe you."
Yu Yi looked at Wang Yang and slowly uttered those words.
Beside them, Yu Qianlou and Tao Rui both looked grave.
Wang Yang said earnestly:
"You know the Prince's temperament, sir. These are no empty threats. The moment I step out, armored soldiers will break into your residence. A man of your magnanimity and lofty character, with hills and valleys held within his breast-how could you let your entire household bathe in blood over a moment's pique?
The tides of the world stop for no man. Those who recognize the times see clearly; those who understand the tide survive. The great tide is now settled: those who follow flourish, those who resist perish! You stand foremost among your peers, and your family enjoys an unblemished reputation. To rashly oppose the times is to pit a century of noble caps and official tassels against a single morning's arrows and blades! Is that the act of a wise man?
States rise and fall; great houses endure or perish. Since ancient times, noble clans have prized continuity above all; hereditary families must know when to bend and when to stand tall. To trade a foundation built for a hundred generations for one stubborn thought is like burning a chamber of orchids to light a single candle, or shattering a precious jade disc to strike a stone! I humbly believe you would never choose such a course!"
When Wang Yang finished, Yu Qianlou and Tao Rui shifted their eyes back to Yu Yi's face. Ever since Wang Yang had sat down to persuade him to submit, their gazes had wandered back and forth between the two men. Yu Yi, however, had watched only Wang Yang from beginning to end, his expression