The Princess of Northern Land
Chapter 672 Funeral (4)_1

Chapter 672: Chapter 672 Funeral (4)_1

Looking at her serious demeanor, Chu Suifeng could not help but laugh out loud.

The followers of Congyi, riding their horses and trailing behind the carriage, heard the laughter emanating from within the carriage and smiles appeared on their faces. They thought to themselves that it has indeed been different ever since the Prince got a wife; not only has there been more smiling, but even hearty laughter could often be heard. "Ah, what good days these are!" they thought.

Upon arriving at the main entrance of the Lin Family’s residence, the obedient Prince, hurriedly helped Lin Ziyin disembark from the carriage.

"Grandfather, eldest brother, eldest sister-in-law, sister, sister’s husband, little brother," he began, cheerfully greeting everyone even before Ziyin could start introductions or the Lin family could bow respectfully to him.

Upon hearing this, the spectators gathered around to watch the scene were stunned, and a wave of envy swept through the crowd, all directed at the Lin family.

"And me, and me!" exclaimed Yanzhi, raising his hand as he felt left out of the greetings.

"Go away, stand aside." Lin Changshu, blushing, scolded his son.

Upon hearing this, Yanzhi lowered his head in disappointment.

"Big nephew," Chu Suifeng said, smiling and ruffling Yanzhi’s hair.

"Prince, uncle number two," Yanzhi responded happily.

Their personalities clicked – one was down-to-earth and the other, fearless and green – the pair instantly got along well.

Ziyin watched Yanzhi in astonishment. Where did this guy learn such a peculiar form of address?

"Who taught you to call him that?" With curiosity piqued, Ziyin asked.

"Aunt, I figured it out myself. Father and Mother said that I must respect the Prince, but now that the Prince has married you, he will be my uncle. So, that’s what I decided to call him," Yanzhi answered joyfully.

Ziyin let out a laugh, "You’re quite clever, aren’t you?"

Yanzhi, being praised, grinned so wide his eyes squinted into crescents.

"From now on, just call me uncle number two, no need for ’Prince’," Chu Suifeng, seeing Ziyin’s happiness, waved his hand and decided to grant this privilege to Yanzhi.

"Yes, uncle number two. But if you dare to bully my aunt, I will fight you," said Yanzhi, speaking his mind fearlessly, not at all intimidated by Suifeng.

"You little rascal," Changshu, feeling awkward and fearing that Chu Suifeng might get angry, tried to intervene. He was still traumatized from the previous incident when the Prince strangled him.

"Good," Chu Suifeng burst into laughter. He was really pleased with Yanzhi’s protective attitude towards Ziyin. He extended a hand to Yanzhi and another to Ziyin, "Grandfather, it’s cold outside, let’s all go inside."

The old man was reassured by his attitude - he was respectful without being obsequious - "Please, Prince," he replied.

"Grandfather, it would be more casual if you just called me Honglin, like you call your son-in-law. Big brother and brother-in-law, you too," Chu Suifeng spoke. He was genuinely delighted. He had always admired the Lin Family’s warmth. Not only did he gain a beautiful wife, but also a large extended family. It made him feel extremely accomplished.

"Grandfather, don’t indulge him," Ziyin shook off Chu Suifeng’s hand and went to help her grandfather. "This guy, he’s a bit of a loose cannon."

"You should not be disrespectful to the Prince," the old man softly reprimanded her.

"Hehe," Chu Suifeng smirked at Ziyin, "I have my own backing too. If my wife ever bullies me, I will lodge a complaint with her family."

Being mildly terrified by his words, the followers of Congyi who were trailing behind almost collapsed. Is this vibrant man truly the same cold Prince they knew? As they looked up and saw Chu Suifeng grinning smugly, the thought of suicide crossed their minds.