The Princess of Northern Land

"Transfer Wu Qi and Wu Jie to Fengcheng as soon as possible." His eyes never left the map on the wall.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Situ Gong did not object, and there was no need to ask him why he did this.

"Leave Fengcheng to Mr. Mei and them," Chu Suifeng said.

"Your Highness is going to the Northern Kingdom in person?" Mei Hanqing was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat.

"Wherever my princess is, I will naturally be there. The incident in Fengcheng has delayed my schedule." Chu Suifeng replied calmly. "If those few people move restlessly, you're welcome, Mr. Mei. This is Fengcheng, not the capital."

"Your Majesty will definitely handle matters in Fengcheng well." Mei Hanqing bowed and replied.

"Your Majesty, the warrior monks from Ding'an Temple have arrived." Congyi came in to report.

"Let them wait in the wing." Chu Suifeng replied coldly, "Bai Xian, have you prepared the New Year's gift for the Lin family?"

"It's ready. Since it's the first year, the annual gift prepared by me is specially generous." Bai Xian replied respectfully, "This is the gift list."

Chu Suifeng took the gift list and read it again, "Add some more."

Bai Xian agreed and sighed secretly in his heart. The New Year gift he had prepared was already very generous, but the prince was still not satisfied. Apparently he felt guilty for the Lin family because of the disappearance of the princess.

It was already the twenty-eighth year of the new year, and Ma Zhicai had seen enough excitement in Fengcheng. Li Yanran is dead and he is completely safe. So he wasn't worried that Chu Suifeng would come to his door. He felt comfortable buying some new year's goods in Fengcheng and taking them back.

In the north, at dusk, Lin Ziyin finally resisted the military camp.

"I have met the Second Prince." As soon as he entered the camp, a group of soldiers came over to salute and greet him.

Alhatu was surrounded by people and walked forward, but he did not forget Lin Ziyin, "Prepare the best tent for Miss Lin."

"Yes, Your Majesty." One of the tiger generals agreed, while secretly glancing at Lin Ziyin, obviously very curious about the legendary Princess Ling.

Lin Ziyin had already stepped out of the sedan, her expression was as usual, and she let the other person look at her.

"Miss Lin, please." Arriving in front of a large tent, Alhatu made a gesture of invitation.

Lin Ziyin endured the injury on his foot and entered the tent with a calm expression.

The tent was covered with gorgeous blankets, and six pots of burning charcoal were placed on shelves around it.

"Prepare some food." Alhatu ordered.

The only people who followed him in were a middle-aged general and a man with a beard.

They looked at Lin Ziyin with sophisticated eyes, and Lin Ziyin was also observing them, secretly guessing their identities.

"This is General Batulu, and that is Sqinqimuge." After sitting down, Alhatu enthusiastically introduced the two people who came in to Lin Ziyin.

"General, military advisor." Lin Ziyin nodded slightly to them.

Batulu looked at him seriously and then nodded. Lin Ziyin's attitude towards them was reasonable. After all, she was Princess Ling and her status was high enough.

"Princess Ling." Batulu and Siqinqimuge greeted her with fists in their hands.

"Second Prince, people don't tell secret stories." Lin Ziyin didn't want to be verbose and directly started to inquire about the information. "You invited me out of Fengcheng in this way. I don't think you just want me to reminisce about the past, right?"

The straightforward question made Batulu immediately look at her with admiration. In the eyes of people from the North, the women of Da Qin have always been petite and weak. They feel like the sky is falling when they encounter any difficulties or setbacks.