The Princess of Northern Land

Indeed, the words Situ Gong spoke today expressed what had been troubling him for half a year. The Northern Land was a harsh and cold place, and looking around, there were few men who were worthy of his granddaughter.

A tall tree catches much wind, and even if he tried his best to shelter Lin Ziyin and the Lin Family, his old tree had the will but not the power. The scale of the Lin Family was all due to Lin Ziyin’s efforts, including the changes in Shili Village. In the future, Lin Ziyin would undoubtedly be a prominent figure in all of Daqin. But how could a person like him protect her from the storms of life? Even her older brother Changshu lacked the capability to protect her.

If anybody in Feng City could protect Ziyin, it would truly have to be the Prince.

"Old Sir can rest assured, even if the Lin Family lacks the influence needed to protect Miss Lin, it doesn’t matter. The Prince values Miss Lin, not because of her abilities, but because of who she is as a person." Situ Gong, a master of understanding human psychology, detected the hesitation on the old man’s face and immediately intensified his persuasion, "The Prince is willing to swear before all under Heaven at Ding’an Temple, this life he will only share with Miss Lin, the offsprings will only be from her."

The old man remained silent.

"Even if something were to happen to Miss Lin, he will not have any other woman, or any other offspring." The last sentence was particularly difficult for Situ Gong to say. As an advisor of the Prince, he naturally hoped that the Prince could produce more heirs.

All these years, the Prince had been alone in the Northern Land. Naturally, it would be more lively if the Wang Residence had more children.

But Chu Suifeng was too stubborn, and once he set his mind on something, not even nine oxen could drag him back. No matter how intimate he was with the Prince, in the end, he was merely an adviser, unable to persuade or prevent Chu Suifeng in his madness.