The Princess of Northern Land

"Such a lively scene, I do love a spectacle." Just as Lin Ziyin felt she could take no more, Si Jinhan emerged from the hillside like a deity. With the fall of his words, the two old women holding down Lin Ziyin were flung aside, and the one who had been slapping her curiously fell onto a nearby rock, blood spurting from her mouth.

"Third son?" The voice from the sedan carried a tone of anger and surprise.

"Consort Gao, so powerful. I heard that those who come to Ding’an Temple to worship Buddha are usually of good heart, and thus fulfilled. It seems that Consort Gao has not held the Buddha’s compassion in her heart." Si Jinhan spoke cheerfully, but his eyes did not smile. "By the way, I wonder if the Prince knows of Consort Gao’s actions?"

"Third son." A delicate hand extended from the sedan curtain, leading a maid to quickly approach and open the sedan door. A woman in broad red sleeves appeared before everyone’s eyes.

When people saw the woman’s face, they gasped in admiration.

Consort Gao looked at Si Jinhan with a faint smile, "I didn’t expect to meet Young Master Si here. I came to Ding’an Temple to worship Buddha with a compassionate heart. However, this girl was so ungrateful, she dirtied my sedan and maids with filth. If Buddha sees this, would he not think I am insincere?"

"Little girl, what have you brought?" Si Jinhan ignored her, but looked down at Lin Ziyin at his feet.

Lin Ziyin’s face was swollen, the pain nearly making her cry. Because of the swelling, her eyes were reduced to thin slits barely allowing her to see the people before her.