After Yu Lingfeng went to rest, Ning Ye sat at the table, his brows and eyes filled with coldness.
Bing Qiao was very angry, "Young Master, Ling Hua must be killed."
Ning Ye looked up at Bing Qiao.
Bing Qiao pressed his lips together, and facing Ning Ye's gaze, still gritted his teeth, "If the Young Master wants to obtain the throne, Ling Hua must be eliminated. Her obstruction is unfavorable to your grand undertaking."
"She gifted me an umbrella."
Bing Qiao's eyes widened, blurting out, "Young Master?"
The favor of gifting an umbrella cannot compare to the empire and imperial enterprise.
"I indirectly killed her once already, and since she survived such a disaster, I do not wish to take her life again." Ning Ye stroked a little white cat in his hand, "I personally went to Youzhou earlier this year to recruit Wen Xingzhi, and had him send people to incite Xiao Ze. When I made this plan, I thought it would be a pity if she died. Fortunately, she didn't die."
