The Princess of Northern Land

Seeing the malice in Brukan’s eyes, Timur immediately felt displeased.

The Sixth Princess was the one he fancied, and the Crown Prince had always known this secret, yet Brukan showed murderous intent towards the Sixth Princess right in front of him.

Heroes of the North Country could die for the nation on one hand, and on the other, could fight for a beauty.

In an instant, Timur’s resolve to support Brukan began to waver.

"Princess Consort Ling, please." The Sixth Princess, unmindful of Brukan’s ugly expression, directly pulled Lin Ziyin onto the carriage, and then they left quickly.

"Such a woman, and you still like her? I think you should change your taste, why not let Aya be your chief wife?" Brukan, having gained no advantage, turned to tarnish Qiqige’s reputation in front of Timur.

"No need." Timur refused without a second thought, for he liked the Sixth Princess’s forthrightness.

Brukan’s expression grew even darker. As the Crown Prince and future heir of the North Country, he did not like anyone defying his will. If Timur wasn’t the bravest warrior of the North Country and his family did not hold a prominent position, he would have killed Timur long ago. A subject being more favored than him in front of the State Preceptor was simply unforgivable.

"I will report everything that happened today to my emperor father, so that he can make decisions for you," the Sixth Princess said with an apologetic tone in the carriage.

"That man is too stubborn and self-willed to be a Crown Prince," Lin Ziyin intentionally stirred.

Upon hearing this, the Sixth Princess instantly fell silent, knowing that the choice of Crown Prince was not something a woman could influence; she was powerless in this matter.

After sending her back to Alhatu’s residence, the Sixth Princess hurried away.

By the afternoon, the Imperial Palace of the North Country had sent carts of gifts, and the eunuch in charge of delivering the gifts casually let slip some news in front of her that the Crown Prince had been disciplined by the emperor, reflecting in seclusion for ten days.

Is that even a punishment? Lin Ziyin scoffed. Still, the thought of that arrogant pig Brukan losing face brought her a sense of achievement.

"Brukan won’t dare to lay a hand on you easily from now on," Alhatu said with a light laugh, his gaze on her carrying a hint of warmth.

"I hardly ever go out, unless he barges in here; otherwise, it’s unlikely that I would encounter him," Lin Ziyin replied indifferently.

"Tailors will come tomorrow to take your measurements," Alhatu mentioned, trying to shift to an easier topic, not wanting to continue the unpleasant conversation.

"There are plenty of clothes in the closet, thanks to the Second Prince’s niceness. I am not in need of clothes," Lin Ziyin immediately reinstated her detachment.

"How could those few clothes be enough?" Alhatu explained good-naturedly, "In a few days, visitors will gradually come over, and it’s quite necessary to add a few more outfits."

Alhatu seemed like a changed man, his gentle tone almost dripping with warmth. Lin Ziyin listened, her whole body forming goosebumps. Does this man have a sickness?

"Anyway, don’t worry, I’ll handle everything."

Hearing this, Lin Ziyin rolled her eyes. What was there for her to worry about? In a few days, she was going to leave this wretched place; if Alhatu wanted to fuss, she would just let him fuss.

"Thanks," Lin Ziyin thanked him nonchalantly.

Seeing her lack of enthusiasm, Alhatu began to ponder how to cheer her up.

At night, lying in bed, Lin Ziyin felt slightly excited. In a few days, she would leave and see Chu Suifeng.

Thinking of Chu Suifeng, her heart felt a slight ache, then she thought of her family and the other people in the estate.