No matter how Lin Wanxiao answers—whether it is yes or no—Lin Yan will die here.
If I must kill someone, I'll do it openly. Chen Yi refused to resort to those despicable, duplicitous tactics of pretending to be noble and innocent while secretly striking from the shadows.
Moreover, Lin Yan deserved to die countless times over. The Lin Party had plagued the imperial court for years, and Cabinet Elder Lin was obsessed with cultivating the mystical arts, leaving all major and minor affairs to Lin Yan. The filthy deals and sordid entanglements that followed were beyond imagination.
As for how all this would impact Lin Wanguan, it wasn't that Chen Yi didn't care. It's just that, weighing the pros and cons, leaving her a shadow in broad daylight was infinitely better than deceiving her and trifling with her emotions.
A heart broken as Ruo Shang, may recover as boundless strength.
Kicking aside Lin Yan's corpse, Chen Yi wiped the blood off his blade, then sheathed it.
