The Princess of Northern Land
Chapter 279: Hiring a Hitman(3)_1

Chapter 279: Chapter 279: Hiring a Hitman(3)_1

"Doesn’t seem like cooperative combat to me?" Si Jinhan playfully taunted her.

"That’s just getting started. Cooperation not just refers to the coordination among soldiers but also the integration of command strategies." Noticing the look of relentless curiosity on Chu Suifeng’s face, Lin Ziyin briefly outlined the relationships and coordination dynamics between infantry, cavalry, drivers, and transporters.

"Continue." Chu Suifeng urged, tapping the table.

"I’m afraid I won’t be able to do so today; the fried-food workshop and bean-product workshop might be launching new products, so I need to go over and check." Lin Ziyin replied.

Those two jerks, really taking her for unpaid labor.

"Who’s your master?" Chu Suifeng suddenly asked.

Lin Ziyin looked up and saw a sharp look in his eyes, packed with threat and suspicion.

She wasn’t scared of the suspicion, or even the threat; at the very least, Lin Ziyin herself held essential value, and had not taken any action detrimental to him, Prince Chu.

"My master usually keeps moving around unpredictably, so I do not know where he is, nor what his full name is." Lin Ziyin replied indifferently.

Both Si Jinhan and Chu Suifeng’s eyes narrowed. Among the famous figures in the world, there were only a few, but none they heard of were as eccentric. Judging from Lin Ziyin’s demeanor, her master must be a true genius, adept in both literature and martial strategy.

Si Jinhan and Chu Suifeng racked their brains, but still could not figure out who this mastermind could be.

Lin Ziyin secretly chuckled. The knowledge she possessed was the epitome of countless generations’ wisdom; even with their heads racked, they couldn’t figure out who this mysterious "master" might be.

"Your Highness, I’ll be taking my leave." After sitting for a long time, her lower back hurt and her buttock muscles were aching terribly. The most immediate issue was to take a hot bath and apply some bruise-removal medicine, for Chu Suifeng had given her a ruthless beating.

"Young lady, how did you get hurt?" Master Hui Zhen arrived with a basket of herbs on his back.

"Got a little injured while sparring. Master, do you have any external injury medicine to reduce bruises?" Lin Ziyin looked hopefully at him. Master Hui Zhen was known as a medicinal monk who excelled in martial arts; treating external injuries was a piece of cake for him.

"Here you go, girls shouldn’t get involved in violent fights, injuries are not worth it." Master Hui Zhen didn’t look like the enlightened monk he professed to be at the outset but more like a nagging househusband.

Knowing that he meant well, Lin Ziyin didn’t mind the lecture and allowed him to drone on.

"Great Monk, if everyone saw how you behave, you could say goodbye to your reputation as an enlightened monk." Si Jinhan teased him.

"My body may be in the world, but my heart belongs to Buddha. Ah, Amitabha. Benefactor, you should not step outside today, as you may invite a disaster. These are for you, use them well. The white bottle is for facial application, girls seem to love it." Master Hui Zhen pulled out several bottles from his robe and handed them all to Lin Ziyin.

"Great Monk, don’t scare me," Si Jinhan hid behind Chu Suifeng, "I have important matters to attend to in the coming days and cannot afford any delays. Oh, why did you give her such a large bottle of the precious Holy Healing Medicine? I remember you being so stingy when I asked for just a single piece. You’re really being partial here."

Suddenly, Si Jinhan caught sight of the bottle in Lin Ziyin’s hand, and jealousy rose in him. Without any gentlemanly reservation, he tried to snatch the bottle from her while talking.

Lin Ziyin had been on alert while he was talking and had held the medicine close to her. Qiaoqiao was also there to protect it.

Master Hui Zhen reacted more directly, slap-pushing him back, "Benefactor, beware of the bloody disaster."