The Princess of Northern Land-Chapter 94 - Borrow Silver(2)_1

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Chapter 94 -94 Borrow Silver(2)_1

Chapter 94 -94 Borrow Silver(2)_1

“Traders do business by selling to the highest bidder, especially when you don’t have any silver on you.” As soon as Si Jinhan spoke, he paved a clear path for the youth.

The youth once again hesitated, observing Lin Ziyin, then gestured towards her, “One stick of incense time, no money, sell them.”

Lin Ziyin nodded and urged Lin Changshu to hurry to Ding’an Temple to borrow money.

“Si Si, make a trip to the temple.” Si Jinhan gleefully ordered the guard by his side.

Upon hearing this, the guard immediately turned around and dashed off, moving much faster than Lin Changshu.

Lin Ziyin was secretly furious. Si Jinhan was simply insane, dispatching someone to the temple at this moment. There was no need to guess what he was plotting.

“Master Chu, may I borrow a hundred taels of silver from you?” Spontaneously, Lin Ziyin asked Chu Suifeng.

Chu Suifeng had been watching Si Jinhan bully Lin Ziyin. He hadn’t expected Lin Ziyin to ask him for help.

“Will you be able to repay it? And when do you plan to?” Si Jinhan asked with a sinister smirk.

The Lin family were truly detestable. They professed to distance themselves from the Prince, but turned to borrow money from him at the first opportunity. Perhaps borrowing money was merely a pretext; ingratiating themselves with the Prince was the actual intention?

“I promise to repay the silver by the new year, and I can write a promissory note for you. If I am unable to repay by then, I am willing to…”

“Willing to sell yourself to serve in the Residence?” Bellittling Lin Ziyin, Si Jinhan’s facial expression changed dramatically, his smile playing hide and seek with his glare.

Chu Suifeng gave him a fleeting sideways glance.

Si Jinhan’s expression darkened even further as he watched Lin Ziyin.

“I’m willing to sell my tofu recipes as compensation,” Lin Ziyin finished calmly, “Master Si, are you still worried that I won’t repay the money?”

“Give her the silver.” Chu Suifeng ordered his guard nonchalantly.

The guard promptly handed a silver note worth a hundred taels to Lin Ziyin.

“Sabotaging my plans?” Si Jinhan asked Chu Suifeng with faux grievance.

“Is continuous humiliation amusing?” Chu Suifeng murmured, “Perhaps it might bring good fortune in the future.”

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What good fortune? Si Jinhan followed Chu Suifeng’s gaze to find Lin Ziyin spending the hundred-tael note to buy all the seeds from the youth, including the three pots of green fruits.

Did Lin Ziyin, just a farmer’s girl, really think she could grow something worthwhile? Si Jinhan sneered disdainfully.

“Thank you, Master Chu. I’ll make out an IOU for you right away,” she responded.

“No need, just deduct it from future business transactions,” Chu Suifeng said before coolly walking away with his guard.

“You should remember your own words,” Si Jinhan sneered menacingly at Lin Ziyin as he left.

“I always keep my word. However, I hope you too will remember your promises, Si. I am eagerly waiting for the tools,” Lin Ziyin retorted bluntly.

“Ziyin.” Lin Changshu, fearful of provoking Si Jinhan, attempted to appease her by tugging on the sleeve of her garment.

“Ziyin, now that we’ve bought the goods, let’s go back quickly,” Wu Dayou added, worried for her.

After her outburst, Lin Ziyin felt a hint of regret. How could she have lost her composure over Si Jinhan’s provocative remarks? Inciting Si Jinhan was certainly not a smart move, considering she was in Feng City and Si Jinhan was notoriously unpredictable.

“Of course I remember. Si Si will deliver the tools ten days from now.” Surprisingly Si Jinhan managed to contain his anger. He gritted his teeth in reply before striding off with his guard.

“You really should watch your temper,” Lin Changshu sighed once Si Jinhan had left, then he started to lecture her earnestly.

“I understand my mistake, I’ll be careful next time,” Lin Ziyin admitted quietly.

“Ziyin knows her limits in dealing with matters. Big brother, stop criticising her,” Wu Dayou tried to mediate. “It’s getting late. We should buy the rest of the things and go home.”

Seeing Lin Ziyin’s submissive and pitiful demeanor, Lin Changshu’s anger dissipated.

He gave a long sigh and said, “Let’s go.”

The three of them then struggled their way out of the crowd, carrying their bags and plants.