Chapter 102: Wang Li Manipulates The Situation In Song Family
The crisp morning air carried a hint of intrigue as Wang Li summoned a young maid. “Tell the Second and Third Wives,” he instructed, his voice firm with a hint of authority, “that the Eagle Masked Expert of the Xia Family requests a private audience with them in the gardens adjoining their quarters.”
The maid, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, bobbed her head in nervous obedience and scurried away to deliver the message. A satisfied smile played on Wang Li’s lips. The stage was set for his first act in this intricate play of power.
A short while later, a servant ushered him into the private gardens. Lush greenery bloomed around him, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated plans swirling within his mind. He found the Chu sisters, Yumei and Lingxi, seated amidst a fragrant bed of peonies, their faces cloaked in an air of guarded suspicion.
“Esteemed Second Wife, esteemed Third Wife,” Wang Li began, his voice a smooth cadence, “I apologize for the intrusion, but I felt a direct conversation was necessary in these… uncertain times.”
Yumei, the elder of the two, her beauty tinged with a hint of arrogance, arched an eyebrow. “Speak your mind, Eagle Masked Expert,” she commanded, her voice laced with a sharp edge. “We don’t have the entire day.”
Wang Li chuckled, the sound devoid of genuine humor. “I appreciate such directness,” he conceded. “The current situation, with Patriarch Song missing, presents a… unique opportunity for the both of you.”
Lingxi, the more reserved of the sisters, tilted her head slightly. “Opportunity? Are you trying to incite chaos in my Song Family, Eagle Masked Expert?”
“Chaos can be an invitation for change,” Wang Li countered, his words carefully chosen. “Is your current position within the Song Family truly fulfilling?”
The question hung heavy in the air, a challenge masked as a casual inquiry. Yumei’s lips tightened into a thin line, while Lingxi’s gaze flickered with a flicker of ambition momentarily hidden beneath a facade of indifference.
“We are content with our roles,” Yumei finally replied, her voice a touch too polished.
Wang Li wasn’t convinced. “Content or are you merely tolerating it?” he pressed gently. “Surely, you harbor ambitions that have been stifled.”
The sisters exchanged a silent glance, a spark of unspoken understanding passing between them. They were well aware of their marginal position within the Song Family hierarchy, their primary role being to provide pleasure to their husband. The power they craved resided not in their marital bed, but in the halls of power.
“Let me be blunt,” Wang Li continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “The Xia Family sees an opening for a stronger alliance with the Song Family. And let’s be honest,” he added with a hint of amusement, “the current leadership under Madam Song is… well, lacking.”
Yumei and Lingxi finally mirrored the sly smirk playing beneath the Eagle Mask. His words resonated with them. They understood the political game. While they doubted the Xia Family truly cared who held the reins, they did see an advantage in aligning with a faction that would solidify ties between the two families.
“However,” Lingxi interjected, her voice laced with apprehension, “our esteemed husband, Patriarch Song, would not be pleased upon his return if we…”
A cruel smile played on Wang Li’s lips. This was the moment he had been waiting for. “Return?” he echoed, his voice dripping with mock surprise. “The Xia Family has scoured the route between our two esteemed families. There are… disturbing signs.”
He leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper. “Traces of demonic energy. A battle of significant force. The likelihood of Patriarch Song and his delegation returning… well, let’s just say it appears rather slim.”
The revelation struck the sisters like a bolt of lightning. Their suspicious glances were replaced by a glint of cold calculation.
Song Weiguang’s potential demise meant the shackles binding them were loosened. The path to seizing power within the Song Family suddenly appeared clear.
“You… know what happened?” Yumei breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and excitement.
Wang Li shrugged, feigning helplessness. “The Xia Family can only gather the clues left behind,” he replied vaguely. “But what truly matters is the future of the Song Family.”
The sisters exchanged another glance, this time filled with a sense of exhilaration. The Xia Family’s information essentially eliminated the biggest hurdle in their plan. Now, with the support of the ambitious elders, they could finally act.
“Rest assured,” Yumei declared, her voice regaining its edge, “we know what needs to be done. The future of the Song Family will be… prosperous. And the ties with the Xia Family, under our leadership, will flourish beyond anything ever imagined,” Lingxi finished, a predatory gleam in her eyes.
Wang Li’s hidden smirk widened. These women driven by ambition, were exactly the pawns he needed. They believed they were playing him, unaware they were mere puppets dancing to his strings.
“Excellent!” he exclaimed, his voice radiating false enthusiasm. “The Xia Family welcomes your vision and pledges its full support. Consider us your allies in ushering in a new era for the Song Family.”
The meeting ended with a handshake, a gesture symbolic of their supposed alliance. As Wang Li departed, a sense of triumph washed over him. He had successfully planted the seeds of discord within the Song Family. Yumei and Lingxi, blinded by their lust for power, would become the instrument of his next move.
The days that followed were a whirlwind of escalating turmoil orchestrated by the Chu sisters. With the help of the ambitious elders, they meticulously crafted a series of seemingly random incidents designed to cripple Song Jingyan’s leadership and erode her already strained authority.
The first attempt involved the malfunctioning of a high-grade training array. Song Jingyan, unaware of the sabotage, commenced her cultivation session within the faulty formation. As she channeled her spiritual energy, the array malfunctioned, causing a surge of chaotic energy to engulf her. The raw, uncontrolled power threatened to tear her meridians apart.
Just as Song Jingyan teetered on the brink of a devastating backlash, Wang Li, seemingly by coincidence, appeared outside the training chamber. Sensing the violent energy fluctuations emanating from within, he reacted with lightning speed. Bursting through the chamber doors, he found Song Jingyan doubled over in pain, her face contorted in agony.
With a practiced ease, he activated his unique Yin-Yang Cultivation Ability. A harmonious blend of yin and yang energy streamed out from his palms, enveloping Song Jingyan. The violent energy within her body calmed, gradually dissipating under the soothing influence of the Yin-Yang energy.
Song Jingyan, pale and shaken, collapsed onto the floor. “What… what happened?” she gasped, confusion laced with gratitude in her eyes.
Wang Li feigned ignorance. “It appears the training array malfunctioned, Madam Song. Luckily, I sensed the disturbance and managed to… mitigate the damage.”
His words resonated with a subtle truth, leaving Song Jingyan unaware of the true nature of the incident. Over the next few days, similar “incidents” plagued the Song Family.
A sudden infestation of venomous spirit creatures within the training grounds, a malfunctioning security perimeter, a deliberate sabotage of crucial resources – each incident meticulously orchestrated by the Chu sisters, each resolved with an almost uncanny swiftness by Wang Li.
The incidents were designed to be just dangerous enough – pushing Song Jingyan to her limits whether it was mentally or physically but not quite delivering a fatal blow.
This incidents served two purposes for Wang Li. It eroded Song Jingyan’s sense of security, fostering a dependence on Wang Li’s “timely” interventions, while simultaneously portraying him as a capable ally, vital to the Song Family’s well-being.
However, Wang Li’s true agenda went far beyond mere power plays within the family. He saw an opportunity for personal gain in Song Jingyan’s vulnerability.
While tending to her after a particularly close call with an assassin, he began employing subtle touches, a hand on her shoulder for reassurance, a brush of his fingers against her back.
And then came the “accidents.”
During one harrowing escape from a poisoned ambush, Wang Li, acting out of “necessity” to propel her forward, ended up grabbing her curvy hips, the warmth of her flesh sending a jolt through him.
One evening, as they discussed a harrowing escape from a poisoned vial, Wang Li leaned down to examine a minor wound on her arm. As he did, his hand brushed ‘accidentally’ against the soft swell of her breast, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. He quickly apologized, attributing it to his concern for her well-being.
Each touch, seemingly innocent at first, was calculated to gauge her response. To his surprise, Song Jingyan, burdened by the constant threats and her own limitations, seemed surprisingly receptive to his physical contact.
Emboldened by this unexpected development, Wang Li began to push the boundaries further.
One evening, as they discussed the latest threat against her life, he took a step closer, his hand lingering on hers a moment longer than necessary.
A jolt of electricity shot through him as he realized Song Jingyan hadn’t pulled away. Instead, her gaze flickered from his hand to his masked face, a flicker of something akin to longing crossing her features.
This unexpected reaction fueled Wang Li’s audacity. In a calculated move, he leaned in, his face mere inches from hers. “You are strong, Madam Song,” he murmured, his voice husky with a hint of something more. “But even the strongest warrior needs someone to watch their back.”
