The Princess of Northern Land

Others don't know it, but as a member of the Li family, he understands that today's Li family is no longer what it used to be. The prince has complaints against the Li family, and has completely eliminated the rights of the Li family. Now what is left is just a title, without any real power at all. If the Li family has no real power, how can other big families take a fancy to it?

Ding'an Temple, although it is just a temple, is a world-famous temple. The prince's masters and brothers are all warrior monks inside. It is said that the rise of this temple was inseparable from the prince's mother and concubine. Otherwise, how could Ding'an Temple fully support the prince?

Last but not least, if today's words reach the ears of King Ling, will King Ling be afraid of the Li family again? A series of worries kept running through Li Jieyong's mind, making him almost unable to sit still.

"Miss Lin." Li Jieyong quickly organized the words in his mind, trying to round out his brother's words.

"Haha, it turns out that our Si family is like this in the eyes of Mr. Li. However, Prince, your status in front of the Li family seems not to be high? They are waiting for you to call me cousin." But before he could say anything, As he went down, a burst of hearty laughter came from the door.

"Master, don't pretend to be sophisticated. People will think you are a magician and you will pretend to be a fool."

Hearing the laughter, Li Jieyong's face suddenly turned pale, and Li Jiesong's face was no better-looking than his.

The two brothers turned stiffly and looked toward the yard. They saw three people, and they were exactly the three people Li Jiesong mentioned just now.

Prince Ling looked at the two of them with an indifferent expression, his eyes showing no warmth at all, let alone any respect or affection. Si Jinhan smiled like a flower, but unfortunately it looked too much like a poppy, beautiful but poisonous. The remaining Huizhen looked at them with wide eyes. The beads in his hand were spinning rapidly, and it was not difficult to see the anger in his heart.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty." Li Jiesong greeted him stammeringly, with cold sweat already breaking out on his forehead.

Lin Ziyin watched with cold eyes, already laughing in his heart. If you get caught for talking big, you won't be afraid of the wind flashing your tongue.

Chu Suifeng and the others arrived early rather than by chance. Seeing the frightened expressions of the two Li brothers, she felt extremely happy.

Li Jieyong was so upset that he wanted to stab his brother with a sword. It was over. Things were getting serious today. He didn't know how much the prince had listened to what he just said. It looked like he had listened to everything.

At this point, Li Jieyong could only hope that Chu Suifeng didn't hear what Li Jiesong just said.

Some self-deception, but it is the most effective way to comfort yourself.

"My daughter has met the prince, the third young master, and the master." Lin Ziyin stood up and saluted the three of them calmly.

"I'm here to discuss something with you." Chu Suifeng didn't even say a polite greeting to Li Jiesong, let alone any honorifics.

Naked slap in the face! Li Jiesong suddenly felt his face burning. But rather than being embarrassed, he was more worried that Chu Suifeng would settle the score with him.

"Cousin." Preemptively, a thought flashed through his mind, and Li Jiesong smiled flatteringly at Chu Suifeng.

"Amitabha." Huizhen glanced at him seriously, "The donor's face was blue and his seal was black, which is a sign of a bloody disaster. The poor monk advised the donor to go home as soon as possible to pray to Buddha and eat fast, maybe he can avoid the disaster."

Will Huizhen still pretend to be a ghost? Lin Ziyin almost couldn't hold back his smile.

He was used to seeing Hui Zhen being careless, but Lin Ziyin suddenly felt happy when he saw him pretending to be a ghost.