Entering the Palace, Don’t Dirty My Floors

Several of the younger Hsieh Clan members were dissatisfied, but they knew the Hsieh Patriarch was speaking for their own good—and for the good of the entire clan.

Given the Hsieh Clan’s current predicament, seeking revenge against William Wang Jinling would be suicide—cutting off their own future and destroying the clan’s last hope.

With the Hsieh Patriarch’s command, the Hsieh descendants would no longer have to live burdened by hatred; they could recuperate and start anew...

When it comes to great clans, outsiders may not always understand their actions, but one thing is clear: at all times, clan interests come before everything else.

In the face of clan honor and prosperity, personal interests are never worth mentioning.

As the last of the Hsieh children slipped away to safety, a somber, heavy wooden chest was carried before William Wang Jinling of the Wang Clan. “Grand Heir, the Hsieh Clan presents this meager offering, and thanks you for sparing our lives.”

The man finished speaking, then drew a dagger with a swift motion and slashed it toward his own throat. William Wang Jinling’s gaze sharpened, his voice cutting cold: “Don’t sully my family’s ground.”

The man jolted, instantly realizing William had accepted the gift. He clasped his hands, bowed, and withdrew...

In truth, William Wang Jinling had no desire to accept the gift, but with the Hsieh Clan’s grand gesture, he had no choice.

Staring at that pitch-black, featureless chest, William Wang Jinling’s brows drew together in feigned annoyance. “Facing death, and you still have to put me on the spot. The Hsieh Clan has wrung every last drop out of their final hour.”