My Scheming Little Devil

She finally understood why so many subordinates were utterly loyal and unhesitatingly devoted to him—it was his unique personal charisma that compelled people to submit and admire him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Impossible, Third Young Master, what are you talking about?"

The subordinates were impassioned, each displaying an expression of disbelief, fervently expressing their thoughts.

"If there is a spy, it could be anyone but you."

"We absolutely don’t believe it’s you."

A group of burly men jostled to express their absolute trust in him without reservations.

"If it’s not me, then who do you all think the spy is?" Jun Third Young Master retorted.

Everyone was left speechless, exchanging looks—how could they know?

They also didn’t want to suspect the brothers with whom they had been through life and death. If one began to doubt those they had shared life and peril with, what else in the world could be trusted? How could they dare to entrust their backs to their comrades wholeheartedly in the future?

As soon as a trace of distrust emerged, a tightly-knit group would collapse.

Watching their expressions, Jun Third Young Master spoke with a calm but sonorous voice that struck every heart:

"In fact, who the spy is doesn’t matter. If no one is willing to admit it and take responsibility, then I will take it on. What’s important is that all of you have followed me for years, fought bravely for me, achieving countless feats and bearing many wounds. We’ve been through life and death, and I don’t want to—I cannot bring myself to believe—that among you, there would be a traitor."

Determination and resolve shone in his eyes, his voice resounding like a great bell.

"I, Jun Huang, am not one to trust easily, but I have always trusted you and plan to continue to do so in the future. Therefore, let this matter end here. I declare there is no mole amongst us, and none of you are to suspect your comrades!"

All the subordinates were deeply moved, not expecting the Third Young Master to let the matter go so easily.

In reality, if there was a mole, the greatest loss was to the Third Young Master, but because of his trust in them, he refrained from probing any of them, chilling their hearts. After all, they were devotedly loyal to him; they could understand his desire to find the mole, but the suspicion cast upon themselves was hard to bear.

The Third Young Master’s trust in them was so profound that they felt he didn’t merely view them as subordinates.

Their hearts surged with heated blood, silently swearing to repay this trust!

...

After everyone had left, Ye Lu looked at Jun Third Young Master.

"You’re not planning to pursue it any further?"

"Yes," he replied succinctly.

She raised an eyebrow: "By doing this, first, you don’t want to suspect them; second, you don’t want to distract them or harm their loyalty to you before a critical mission; and third, you’re proving your magnanimity and firmness, commanding their total allegiance."

The emergence of a mole could easily dissolve even the strongest of groups.

With a mission urgent and impending, internal strife might prove to be the most hazardous situation. Perhaps the true purpose of the one scheming against them was precisely this.

It’s not the strength or terror of opponents one should fear, but rather the wavering of the troops’ morale, and friendly fire...

Jun Third Young Master was always the clearest-headed, most prescient individual; he knew what to prioritize and understood how to grasp the hearts of people.

This mindset of a ruler controlling the entire game commanded her utmost respect. Had it been her, she might have been more adamant about finding the person who dared betray her, which could have compromised more important issues—she truly had much to learn!