From his throat, there escaped a tragic howl.
Yin Zhan watched with an unbearable look on his face, he knew that such treatment was devastating for Yin Zhili. But he understood his son's temperament: his heart was too soft, which meant kind in a favorable view and indecisive to a fault in a less favorable one. Yin Zhili couldn't stand up to hardships, and in doing so, he couldn't harden his heart against the Empress Dowager.
Yin Zhan didn't care if Yin Zhili hated him; he only worried that Yin Zhili would refuse to acknowledge Lin Roujia.
"Your blood carries the royal lineage," Yin Zhan said, short and decisive, "Listen, I am about to do something dangerous, and I might not return. If I don't come back, everything of the Yin Household will be in your hands, and the Empress Dowager will be implicated. Promise me, protect your mother."
Yin Zhili's wailing halted, and he looked toward Yin Zhan, realizing something, and said, "What are you planning to do?"
