The Princess of Northern Land

"Prince, she was just confused for a moment, she has repented now. I beg the Prince to spare her, as her mistress, I assure you she will not stir up trouble again," pleaded Madam Mu as she knelt down crying. Li Yanran’s confession rekindled her hope. "Prince, I have something to say." Upon seeing Li Yanran’s confession, Li Jiesong commanded the servants to stop and began to exclaim, "It was Blackie, Blackie from the city who resold the grain. We merely sold our grain to him, we did not inflate the price."

Chu Suifeng looked at him coldly, not even a sneer crossed his face. What a fool, that Li Jiesong was!

Situ Gong explained with a faint smile, "Blackie is a bandit, his grains are resold to the North Country. His crimes of treason have been exposed."

"But I..." Li Jiesong was gobsmacked.

Madam Mu, unable to bear it any longer, scolded him, "Shut up." Just when things were beginning to turn around for them, this fool of a son had incited Chu Suifeng’s wrath again.

It wasn’t only Chu Suifeng whom he had enraged, but also the onlooking crowd. Initially, reselling grain within the city at worst resulted some price inflation. Li Jiesong could only be regarded as an unscrupulous merchant. But now, thanks to his impromptu declaration, he had become a spy, a traitor.

Every citizen born in the Northern Land despises the Tatars of the North Country. Suddenly, Li Jiesong had become the object of everyone’s anger.

Marquis Li, upon witnessing the crowd pelting Li Jiesong with snowballs, felt utterly humiliated and wished he could leave immediately, but he couldn’t.

"Continue the punishment." Seeing that nothing useful could be gleaned from the siblings anymore, Congyi indifferently gave the order.

The sound of whipping started again. Li Yanran and Li Jiesong watched Madam Mu in horror on the ground, even forgetting to beg for mercy. At this point, the siblings realized how close to death they were, and both began to regret their actions. If only they had not...