With that, Li Zhiyan bowed deeply.
It was not a shallow gesture. It was a full, deliberate lowering of her head… an unmistakable sign of submission.
This was the most straightforward path Li Zhiyan could devise to secure Lin Feng's attention.
Closeness bred familiarity. Familiarity bred influence.
If she can get close to him, saw him daily, assisted him personally, and gradually entered his sphere of trust, her position would solidify naturally.
It was far more effective than sending gifts or making distant diplomatic gestures.
Proximity created bonds whether intentional or not.
And bonds created leverage.
As long as Lin Feng acknowledged her presence and allowed her to remain by his side, the Li Matriarch would naturally assume that Li Zhiyan had fulfilled her assigned duty.
For Li Zhiyan, that alone made this gamble worthwhile.
Her mother's safety outweighed her own pride.
Still… she was not naïve.
Living under the same roof as a man like Lin Feng carried risks.
