Chapter 678
: The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind
The moment Lin Miaoyin stepped into the private room of the teahouse, her eyes inadvertently swept around and her heart shuddered slightly.
This private room is decorated very exquisitely, with antique sandalwood tables and chairs.
The famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall all demonstrate the owner's status and taste.
She knew very well that today's matter was of great importance, and an expression of just the right amount of respect quickly appeared on her face, with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.
Lin Miaoyin's figure was as light as a slender willow branch swaying gently in the breeze.
She quickly leaned forward slightly, her movements soft, natural and smooth, showing her feminine grace.
At this time, Lin Miaoyin slowly raised her hands and crossed them in front of her body like vines stretching out in spring.
The posture is elegant and dignified, just like a carefully painted exquisite painting.
Then she bowed deeply, her body bent very low but still maintained her grace.
Her waist is as slender as a willow swaying in the wind, showing the demeanor of a lady from a noble family.
At this time, the private room of the teahouse was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and everyone's eyes were focused on her.
Lin Miaoyin calmed herself down and opened her red lips slightly.
The sound was as clear and melodious as the sound of a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, gently echoing in this quiet space.
"Greetings, Third Prince. Sorry to have kept you waiting. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."
The voice was both gentle and soft, yet also revealed a sense of firmness and confidence.
It seems to be able to calm the waves in people's hearts and make people feel her inner determination.
Zhu Gang still sat steadily on the main seat, wearing a gorgeous robe with dark patterns.
He looked relaxed, as if everything around him was under his control.
Zhu Gang turned slightly, stretched out his slender and bony fingers, and slowly picked up the teacup on the table.
The teacup had a delicate texture and glowed softly under the light, which perfectly matched Zhu Gang's hands.
I saw him gently bring the teacup to his lips and narrow his eyes slightly.
I took a sip of tea, the hot tea slid down my throat, and the tea fragrance instantly filled my mouth.
Zhu Gang savored the flavor of the tea carefully and spoke slowly after a while.
The voice was steady and powerful, with a hint of authority in the tone.
Like the spring breeze, it is gentle but contains an irresistible force.
"Mrs. Mao is late today, but what delayed you on the way?
I heard that the Lin family has been a little bit unstable recently."
Lin Miaoyin's heart tightened, but she still kept a smile on her face.
Then she replied respectfully, "Your Highness, there are some trivial matters on the way that made Your Highness worried.
As for the Lin family, everything is still under control, please rest assured, Your Highness."
Zhu Gang nodded slightly, his eyes swept across the crowd calmly but unquestionably, and then he continued: "Is everything settled?
Don’t let me down.”
The sound seemed to be real, slowly echoing in the room where it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
This voice seemed to carry an innate magic that transformed into a powerful force invisibly.
It was like a gust of cold wind that blew straight through everyone's bodies, causing everyone present to feel a chill in their hearts.
Everyone felt as if they were being stared at by a pair of sharp eyes, and every pore in their body tightened involuntarily.
Any laziness or carelessness that might have existed was completely swept away by this force in an instant.
Everyone subconsciously straightened their bodies, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
During this time, Lin Miaoyin felt mixed emotions.
She was quite dissatisfied with Zhu Gang's commanding tone. In Lin Miaoyin's opinion, Zhu Gang's condescending tone of giving orders was indeed a bit overbearing.
However, at this moment, she also knew that the current situation was stronger than people.
In this complicated situation, his Lin family was controlled in many aspects by the forces behind Zhu Gang.
If they rashly resist or express dissatisfaction, it would probably bring unbearable disaster to the Lin family.
Therefore, even though she was extremely angry, Lin Miaoyin could only force herself to bury this dissatisfaction deep in her heart, and still maintain a respectful and submissive expression on her face.
“Your Highness, Lin De has agreed to serve as the future head of the Jiangnan Lin family.
I hope that the Third Prince can keep his promise and hand Qi Anyi over to me for disposal."
Zhu Gang raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile, "Madam Mao, I am a man of my word.
The person standing behind Qi Anyi is not a simple character either, are you really sure?"
Lin Miaoyin's eyes were firm, she raised her head slightly and said, "Don't worry, Third Prince. Since I have this request, I will naturally find a way to deal with it."
In the elegantly and solemnly decorated private room of the teahouse, Zhu Gang sat calmly on the main seat, his posture upright, displaying the majestic demeanor of a superior.
He just turned his eyes slightly, and his gaze seemed to casually glance at Wang Biao who was standing beside him.
Zhu Gang then raised his hand slowly and leisurely, his movement was gentle yet carried an unquestionable momentum.
This action of raising his hand seemed like a silent command, instantly attracting all of Wang Biao's attention.
Wang Biao had followed Zhu Gang for a long time and was very familiar with his every word and action. Seeing this, he immediately understood what he meant.
He nodded slightly, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.
Then Wang Biao hurriedly retreated out of the hall, whispering as he walked: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will definitely fulfill your mission."
The steps were compact and steady, and each step was solid and powerful, showing that Wang Biao was well-trained.
Time passed slowly in silence. After about half a cup of tea, a light sound of footsteps came from far away.
Wang Biao was seen holding a carefully bound contract steadily in both hands, walking towards the hall respectfully.
The cover of the contract was wrapped in gorgeous brocade and the edges were embroidered with exquisite patterns.
Under the sunlight shining through the window, it gleams with a slight luster and looks particularly solemn.
Wang Biao's expression was focused and serious, his eyes always fixed on the contract in his hand, as if it was an inestimable precious treasure.
He came before Zhu Gang, bowed slightly, and said, "Your Highness, the contract has been brought here."
Then Wang Biao held the contract high with both hands, his movements meticulous.
He presented the contract respectfully, and the whole process showed his loyalty and rigor.
Zhu Gang looked calm. He stretched out his slender, bony hand and steadily took the contract presented by Wang Biao.
His eyes instantly fell on the contract, and with just a quick glance, he had taken in the general contents of the contract.
The paper used for the contract was of a quality as fine as the finest silk.
It feels warm to the touch, with a soft and delicate luster.
Under the caress of the sun, it seems to exude a unique texture.
The ink is as new, shiny black as if it had just been ground and applied.
Every stroke reveals the writer's concentration and seriousness.
The handwriting is neat and clear, and the calligraphy skills are fully revealed in the horizontal, vertical, and diagonal strokes.
It seems that they are not just words, but exquisite works of art.
Every clause in the contract is listed in detail, from the specific form of cooperation to the rights and obligations of both parties.
Then there are all kinds of possible situations and countermeasures, all of which have been considered thoroughly. (End of this chapter)