Li Tingzhao's eyes were void of any emotion as he coldly said, "Will you leave on your own, or shall I have someone throw you out?"
Master Lin clenched his fists and knelt down to Li Tingzhao, bending his back, "Your Highness, I beg you to spare the Lin family."
This reminded Li Tingzhao of his own plight. The foster mother he wholeheartedly believed in had plotted to kill him secretly, and his foster father, fully aware, pretended ignorance. Now, what right did they have to ask for his forgiveness?
He kicked Master Lin aside, "You're asking me to spare the Lin family? If it weren't for Chu Qingzhi, I would be dead by now. You're asking for forgiveness now, but if I had died, who would have stood up for me?"
Master Lin quickly crawled back, prostrating on the ground, hoping that by allowing Li Tingzhao to vent his anger, the Lin family might be spared from disaster.
