The Princess of Northern Land

Given the current situation, she either needed to find a powerful force to protect her, or obediently hand over the recipe.

Naturally, Lin Ziyin did not want the latter. If she handed over the recipe, the Lin Family would surely plunge back into poverty once again. As a transmigrator from another world, she refused to accept such a fate. Thus, the only option remaining was to seek a powerful backer.

Ding’an Temple was her first choice. Monks, by nature, were unattached to worldly desires and would not covet the recipe in her hands. All she needed to do was maintain a good relationship with the Temple. She is currently helping the monks cook while injured which would undoubtedly induce a sense of guilt and gratitude from them. As for the future, the Lin Family needed to become stronger. Since they have started to gain notoriety, she must work hard to consolidate the Lin Family’s power in the shortest time possible so that no one would dare to look down on them.

Indeed, as soon as she finished speaking, a look of gratitude washed over all the monks’ faces around her.

"Amitabha." The host, appearing in the Chan Hall at some point, said, "Benefactor, you were injured for the monks of this temple. It would be better to wait until you have recovered fully before returning to teach us."

"Thank you, Master. My body is truly fine. As for today’s incident, it was my own carelessness that led to offending a high-ranking person. I can’t blame anyone else." Lin Ziyin gently stood up to explain, "I have brought a new product. Wukong and the others don’t know how to prepare it, so it’s better for me to do it. Furthermore, the weather is hot. The newly arrived product can help to cool the body. It would be a waste to keep it without using."

"Amitabha." Master Host thanked her when he saw that she was not just being polite, "Hui Zhen, take good care of Benefactor."

"Yes, elder brother," Hui Zhen promptly responded.