The Princess of Northern Land

"Misunderstanding." Lin Ziyin retorted with a forced smile. "As this gentleman just said, if you like something, you should acquire it for yourself. I felt your statement was absolutely reasonable, so I acted according to it. After all, I used my own silver to buy this, and the vendor agreed to the sale. I don’t see how this has anything to do with you." This young man from the Northern Land, with his eloquent words and careful yet daring nature, very much appealed to Alhatu’s taste.

"Master." Qiaoqiao gently reminded him, "The third young master is still waiting for you."

Recalling this, Lin Ziyin realized that the journey back was not short, and they had to return to Border City before dark. Indeed, they couldn’t waste any more time at this small market. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net

"Let’s go." With that in mind, Lin Ziyin didn’t linger in the marketplace a moment longer, immediately leading Jue Xin deeper into the market.

"Interesting. Follow them." Alhatu instructed the guards behind him with a casual smile.

"Sir, we shouldn’t linger here too long." Batu said, frowning.

"There’s no harm in watching a little longer." Alhatu insisted. He and his eldest brother differed in their approaches. Being called Tatars, they were not eager to initiate conflicts for no reason. Such actions would only cause distress to their own people, and looting and violence were against their nation’s principles.

If he could find ways to provide a more comfortable life for his people, Alhatu would prefer to coexist peacefully with the Northern Land.

He was growing weary of the long-standing conflict with Daqin.

But what about his father and elder brother? At this thought, Alhatu’s face turned sour.