"I indeed receive favor, but it is my husband Chu Suifeng who favors me," Lin Ziyin retorted relentlessly, pausing after each word while giving the crown prince a stern look, "Under the broad daylight, the crown prince dares to lay hands on a woman, what great manners. From whom did the crown prince learn such royal etiquette?"
Brukan, seeing her composed and serious demeanor, trembled with anger, but since Lin Ziyin had clearly stated her identity, he indeed could not lay a hand on her again.
"Chu Suifeng killed countless warriors of our North Country, yet you dare stand on the soil of North Country?" Pondering in his mind over and over again, Brukan finally decided to use public anger to embarrass Lin Ziyin.