The Princess of Northern Land

She cheerfully handed Chu Suifeng a cloth that had been cooled with well water. Chu Suifeng took the cloth and gently began wiping the sweat beads off Lin Ziyin’s face, with a serious expression as if Lin Ziyin was a rare treasure.

Lin Ziyin was slightly startled, not again. She was at a loss for words. This eccentric behavior of Chu Suifeng had been happening repeatedly since she had a heat stroke last time. Didn’t the Prince realize how this would come across to the many people coming and going in their house? And if word got out about their "affectionate" behavior, would her reputation withstand it?

Truth be told, coming from the modern era, Lin Ziyin had never considered sharing a husband with others. Hence, Chu Suifeng’s eccentric behavior only brought her trouble, not the pleasant surprise that others might expect.

"My lord, I can do this myself." Lin Ziyin carefully stepped back, reaching out to grab the cloth from Chu Suifeng.

"Stay still," Chu Suifeng reprimanded in a soft voice. His tone was authoritative, but not harsh, like chiding a mischievous child. "Why can’t someone as grown-up as you take better care of yourself?"

Stuck out of her moving because of his grip, Lin Ziyin anxiously pleaded with her eyes for help from Lin Changshu.

Having worked with Chu Suifeng for some time, she knew how obstinate he could be, or perhaps because the Prince had grown up in the Northern Land where no one was superior to him, she had long noticed his stubborn and willful side.

Lin Changshu always felt apprehensive around Chu Suifeng. This time was no different. When he first saw Chu Suifeng, his instinct was to avoid him. But before he could leave, he saw Chu Suifeng’s "indecent" actions towards Lin Ziyin and his uncommon tender expression. Instead of being pleased, he got goosebumps.