The Princess of Northern Land

Others didn’t know, but as a member of the Li family, he was well aware that the Li family of today was no longer the same as before. The Prince held grudges against their Li family, and had completely stripped them of their rights. Now, all that was left was empty titles, devoid of any real power. How could other major families take an interest in a power-less Li family?

Ding’an Temple, though it appears to be just a temple, is a world-famous one. The Prince’s martial-monk master and his disciples all come from here. It was said that this temple’s rise was closely tied to the Prince’s mother. Otherwise, why would Ding’an Temple support the Prince so strongly?

The last concern, if today’s conversation reached the Prince’s ears, would the Prince harbour further reservations about the Li family? A series of worries continually ran through Li Jieyong’s mind, almost making him restless.

"Miss Lin." Li Jieyong quickly organized his thoughts, intending to smooth out his elder brother’s words.

"Haha, so that’s how our Si family appears in your eyes, Master Li. However, Prince, it seems that your position in front of the Li family isn’t very high either? They are waiting for you to respectfully call them ’cousin’." But before he could finish, a hearty laughter came from the door.

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"Master, stop pretending to be profound. When people treat you as a charlatan, you’ll start acting mysterious."

Upon hearing the laughter, Li Jieyong’s face turned deathly pale, and Li Jiesong’s his face didn’t look any better.

The brothers stiffly turned their heads towards the courtyard. The first people they saw were the three people whom Li Jiesong had just mentioned.

The Prince looked at them coldly, showing absolutely no warmth in his eyes, let alone any respect or affection. Si Jinhan, however, was smiling like a flower- unfortunately, it was too much like a poppy; beautiful, but poisonous. Hui Zhen, the one left, stared at them with wide eyes, the Buddha beads in his hands spinning quickly, manifesting his inner rage.

"Prince..." Li Jiesong greeted hesitantly, cold sweat already breaking out on his forehead.