SFS Chapter 683: A Counterattack That Might Never Come Back
Chapter 683: A Counterattack That Might Never Come Back
Lin Qingzhou and Lin Nuoer came back to their senses from their shock and found that besides themselves, there were only the fifty loyal Lin family warriors left.
There are so few people that they are almost too many to fit together for a mahjong table.
"Nuo'er, our team, saving Dad and the Lin family, feels like we are playing 'Dragon Quest', but we are the little earthworm forgotten at the entrance of the village."
Lin Qingzhou tried to find a way to laugh in the midst of adversity and ease the tense atmosphere with humor.
Lin Nuo'er raised her lips in a wry smile, and her "canary-like" days in Prince Chen's Mansion flashed through her mind.
She thought to herself, if she had not used the "Thirty-Six Strategies" at the beginning, she might have been packed up and sent to the Prince's Mansion or Prince Han's Mansion to star in the "house fighting drama".
Every day she is either embroidering or calculating, just like an "ancient version of Du Lala".
"Brother, tell me, who did our Lin family offend? Holding military power and magic medicine is like walking on the street at night with gold bars in your pocket. It's hard not to attract attention."
Lin Nuoer shook her head, with a hint of helplessness and self-mockery in her tone.
"Nuo'er, how about this? I'll dress up as a masked hero, and you'll be in charge of acting cute to delay time. Let's do 'brother and sister team up to outsmart the enemy camp'?"
Lin Qingzhou tried to cover up his inner anxiety with jokes, but the worry in his eyes could not be hidden.
Lin Nuoer took a deep breath, her eyes slightly red, and held Lin Qingzhou's hand tightly, gently placing it on her lower abdomen which was still aching.
"Brother, this is the 'mark of love' left by the hypocrite Song Ting, but the real black hand is the dog emperor who hides behind the dragon throne and calculates everything. We have to stay alive to have a chance to turn the tables.
You take your assassins and hide to preserve your strength, and I will take the magic medicine and go to negotiate with Ling Jinhan, the icy-faced man. "
"No! Nuo'er, this is too risky. If I have to go, I will be the one..."
Lin Qingzhou was interrupted by Lin Nuoer before he could finish his words.
"Brother, you are the 'wise man' of our Lin family. The Lin family needs you to be alive and guide the overall situation. As for me, I will just treat this as my last 'willfulness' and give Ling Jinhan and Song Ting a vivid 'life philosophy lesson' - don't underestimate a woman's wisdom and determination!"
Lin Nuoer said it in a decisive tone, with an unquestionable light flashing in her eyes.
Lin Qingzhou looked at his sister's determined eyes, feeling mixed emotions, and finally could only nod helplessly.
He knew very well that this was the best option at the moment, but also the most dangerous option.
So, Lin Qingzhou, with the remaining Lin family warriors, quietly blended into every corner of the capital like ghosts in the night.
Waiting for that moment of counterattack that may never come.
Lin Nuoer, on the other hand, was alone, carrying the last hope of the Lin family, and embarked on a road full of unknowns and dangers.
She silently thought in her heart: "Ling Jinhan, Song Ting, are you ready for this lady's 'surprise'?"
The moment Lin Nuoer stepped into Ling Jinhan's mansion with the magic medicine, she felt like a warrior holding a holy sword, ready to save the world.
But this "warrior" was actually panicking. Although he looked calm on the outside, he was thinking like crazy in his mind:
"Heaven, earth, please bless me for a smooth negotiation this time, and don't let me become the shortest-lived 'peace messenger' in history!"
When Ling Jinhan saw Lin Nuoer, he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was both surprised and disdainful of her arrival.
"Lin Nuo'er, what are you trying to do? Are you going to the meeting alone, or are you walking into a trap?"
There was a hint of teasing in his tone, as if he had seen through Lin Nuoer's little tricks.
Lin Nuoer pretended to be calm, with what she thought was a charming smile on her lips (but in fact it was more like a twitch).
"Your Majesty, let's not beat around the bush. I've brought the Lin family's magic medicine with me and I want to make a deal with you."
"Oh? Deal? Tell me about it. I want to see what you are up to."
Ling Jinhan sat down with great interest, pretending to listen attentively.
Lin Nuoer cleared her throat and began her "speech".
"As for me, I want to use this bottle of magic medicine to exchange for the safety of my father and the Lin family. I also ask the emperor to show mercy and let us go.
Of course, as an extra bonus, I can also give you some little secrets about Song Ting, which I guarantee will be very interesting and you won’t be able to stop listening to them! "
After listening to this, Ling Jinhan curled up the corners of his mouth into a meaningful smile.
"Lin Nuo'er, you have changed. You have become... much more interesting. However, I want the magic medicine and Song Ting's secret, but as for the Lin family, it depends on your performance."
Lin Nuoer cursed inwardly.
"This Ling Jinhan is such a cunning old fox!"
But he still maintained a professional smile on his face.
"Deal! But you have to let me see my father first and make sure he's safe. Only then will I be at ease to hand over the magic medicine."
Ling Jinhan thought for a moment and nodded.
"Okay, I can arrange a meeting for you, but remember, Lin Nuoer, you don't have many chips to squander."
Lin Nuo'er was secretly happy but remained expressionless.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I am a trustworthy person and I will always keep my word. However, we had a pleasant cooperation this time. Please don't draw swords against each other next time we meet."
On the way out of Ling Jinhan's residence, Lin Nuoer felt so proud, as if she had just made a big deal.
Although the process was thrilling, the result was satisfactory.
As for Song Ting’s little secret, humph, she would have to wait until she was in a good mood, and then slowly “share” it with Ling Jinhan.
On the other side, Lin Qingzhou learned in secret that his sister had successfully reached a deal with Ling Jinhan, and the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.
He couldn't help but sigh: "Nuo'er, you really make me look at you with new eyes. However, don't really tell anyone about Song Ting's little secret, otherwise our Lin family will really become the 'gossip center'."
In this way, the brother and sister Lin Nuoer and Lin Qingzhou, one dealt with the enemy openly, while the other made plans secretly.
While Lin Nuoer and Lin Qingzhou were maneuvering their way through the chessboard of power, things were not going well for Song Ting.
Ever since the failed assassination attempt on Lin Qingzhou, he always felt a cool breeze behind him, making his spine feel cold.
Every night I dream about Lin Nuoer bringing a group of little chickens (referring to the Lin family's assassins) to "revenge".
On this day, Song Ting was hiding in the study, staring at the table full of military secrets, when suddenly a report came from outside the door.
"Your Majesty, the Emperor invites you."
When Song Ting heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He thought, "What is Ling Jinhan up to? Could it be that Lin Nuo'er has betrayed me?"
Although his heart was beating fast, he still went to Ling Jinhan's residence with gritted teeth.
When he arrived in front of Ling Jinhan, Song Ting forced a smile.
"Your Majesty, why do you feel like inviting me here today?"
Ling Jinhan took a sip of tea leisurely, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Prince of Zhennan, I heard that you've been a little nervous lately. Have you done something wrong and are you afraid of ghosts knocking on your door?"
Song Ting's heart tightened, but he pretended to be calm.
"Your Majesty, you are joking. I, Song Ting, act uprightly and honestly. What is there to be afraid of?"
Ling Jinhan smiled lightly, took out a note from his sleeve and pushed it in front of Song Ting.
"Then is the content of this note familiar to the Prince of Zhennan?"
Song Ting took it and looked at it, and he almost vomited blood.
It clearly stated the plan he had secretly conspired with a minister to deal with the Lin family. The details were so thorough that he even doubted whether he had written it after reading it.
"This...how is this possible?!"
Song Ting stuttered, a layer of cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead.
Ling Jinhan spoke slowly.
"Don't worry, Prince Zhennan. This thing was not given to me by Lin Nuo'er. However, she did mention some of your 'little secrets', saying that if I'm not interested, she has more to reveal."
Song Ting's mood at this moment was like riding a roller coaster, falling from the highest point to the bottom. He asked in a trembling voice.
"Your Majesty, what are your plans?"
Ling Jinhan stood up and patted Song Ting on the shoulder.
"We are all smart people. I will not interfere in the affairs of the Lin family, but you should not go too far. As for this note, just treat it as a small warning to you. Remember, don't let me find out that you have any inappropriate thoughts, otherwise, I will not be polite to Lin Nuo'er for the 'big news'."
Song Ting nodded repeatedly, feeling extremely regretful. If he had known this would happen, why did he do that in the first place?
Now he just wants to find a crack in the ground to crawl into and never come out.
On the other hand, after Lin Nuoer learned that Song Ting was "warned" by Ling Jinhan, another plan suddenly came up with her mind.