In a battle between those living in luxury and those who are not afraid to die, the outcome is crystal clear, especially when the opponent is two people against one.
Worried that Lin Ziyin would be caught up in the fight, Chu Suifeng guarded her behind him, while Hong Ying and the others encircled her, providing a protection that was airtight.
"Your Highness, please calm down." Lin Haisheng tried to mediate with great anxiety. He feared that the Emperor would blame him later, yet in the Northern Land, he also dared not to offend Chu Suifeng with harsh words. In this dilemma, Lin Haisheng was almost driven to tears. "It's just a slave, Your Highness, not worthy of your anger. My Queen, could you please persuade His Highness?"
With no other choice, Lin Haisheng redirected his pleading gaze towards Lin Ziyin, as he had noticed even the smallest incident involving Ziyin would prompt Chu Suifeng to treat it as a major issue.