Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Signing the Agreement (2)_1 Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Signing the Agreement (2)_1 “Alright, I will go with you and see.” Even without Lin Ziyin asking, Si Jinhan would have gone anyway.
So both parties temporarily maintained peace, and the Lin Ziyin siblings got back onto the carriage.
“How are you feeling?” In the carriage, Lin Changshu noticed the red marks on her neck and felt extremely distressed.
Wu Dayou stared angrily out of the carriage window. He vowed that he would train hard in martial arts once he returned. He was determined never to let Ziyin’s sister get hurt again. These rich people were insane, always resorting to violence against ordinary folks like them.
Si Jinhan stared gloomily at the carriage for the whole journey. Don’t assume that he was swayed by Lin Ziyin’s few words. At this moment, countless thoughts raced through his mind. At one moment, he considered killing Lin Ziyin immediately to save trouble in the future, at another, he was contemplating who to catch and how to punish them.
This complex, contradictory, and sinister thinking persisted until he reached the gates of Ding’an Temple, where he realised that he no longer had the opportunity to harm Lin Ziyin.
That’s because Master Hui Lian, along with several monks, had been waiting at the entrance for them.
Why did Master Hui Lian have to personally greet a few mere villagers? Si Jinhan thought Master Hui Lian was a monk who couldn’t understand the situation, and gave him a cold glance.
Master Hui Lian seemed oblivious to his cold gaze. After quickly greeting him, his attention never left Lin Ziyin. “Benefactor, the prince has arrived early. He’s been waiting for you.”
“I apologize for my tardiness,” Lin Ziyin replied with an apologetic tone, without mentioning the unexpected incident of being robbed by Si Jinhan.
“Let’s go, Benefactor.” Master Hui Lian was a person of hasty disposition. He failed to notice the sullen expressions on Lin Changshu’s and Wu Dayou’s faces and urged Lin Ziyin to hurry in.
Lin Ziyin quickened her pace to follow him, and the group entered the meditation room together.
In the meditation room, the cold and aloof Chu Suifeng was sitting at the head of the table, sipping tea with the abbot. Hearing their footsteps, they simultaneously looked up towards the entrance.
“Brother Abbot, Prince, our guests are here.” A beaming Hui Lian announced as he entered.
“How could we miss such a rare and good event?” Si Jinhan walked over to Chu Suifeng’s side with a grin and sat down.
“Amitabha.” The Abbot put his palms together, “Serve tea to the Third Prince and Benefactor Lin.”
“Master Abbot, Prince.” Seeing no surprise in Chu Suifeng’s gaze, Lin Ziyin courteously greeted the people at the head of the table. Then she continued, “Now that everyone is here, why don’t we have the prince and the master examine the agreement I have drafted.”
As she spoke, she took out a few crumpled sheets of paper from her bosom and handed them over.
Si Jinhan glanced at the papers with disgust before looking disdainfully at Lin Ziyin.
Chu Suifeng’s expression remained aloof, but he was closely observing Lin Ziyin’s reactions. As for Lin Changshu and Wu Dayou, he didn’t pay much attention to them. He instinctively felt that the actual head of the Lin family was this seemingly unimpressive young girl.
Lin Ziyin respectfully passed the agreement to the Abbot first.
After receiving it, Abbot carefully read it once. Then he passed it to Chu Suifeng, “Please read it, Prince.”
Chu Suifeng read the agreement carefully. Si Jinhan, who seemed very curious about the agreement, craned his neck to take a look.
“I seem to have gotten a good bargain.” After finishing, Chu Suifeng looked at Lin Ziyin and spoke self-mockingly.
“The prince worries too much. Although the prince doesn’t have to manage the business, you’ll inevitably face many envious people once the business prospers. By that time, the prince will need to protect us. For instance, once this agreement comes into effect, the prince must help us deal with those competing for land.” Lin Ziyin spoke frankly. She knew that, for someone as mistrustful as Chu Suifeng or Si Jinhan who were in positions of power, direct language was more persuasive than roundabout speech.
“Before the negotiation even starts, you already dare to scheme that the prince will work for you?” Si Jinhan burst into laughter, which was exaggerated and mocking. “What if the prince refuses?”
“If the prince refuses, it doesn’t matter.” Lin Ziyin responded, “The peasants in the countryside have always relied on the land for their livelihood. I think with the one thousand taels of silver from selling the land, the Lin family can still live decently in the future. We don’t aim to be extremely rich or noble, but we’re content with leading a comfortable life.”