"How dare you!" Mr. Miao was driven nearly mad by Chu Suifeng, blame it on the misleading rumors. They said that Prince Ling only showed his ruthless side towards enemies, and that he was ever eager to return to Capital City, praying in its direction every day. But could this man, so devoid of familial affection, truly be Prince Ling? "Zajia is the Emperor's envoy. Injuring Zajia is no different from disrespecting the Emperor. If anything befalls Zajia in the Northern Land, the Emperor won't sit idle."
His eyes glinted with incredulity, but Mr. Miao didn't back down an inch.
Lin Haisheng silently cursed him a fool. Despite the dire state of affairs, he still dared to threaten Chu Suifeng.
He didn't even consider that Chu Suifeng had maintained his footing in the Northern Land for many years, earning the Tatars' deep respect. Prince Ling wasn't a pushover either. Years of being indulged in the palace had surely dulled this eunuch's wits.