The Princess of Northern Land
Chapter 844: The Fate of the Ma Family (1)

Chapter 844: Chapter 844: The Fate of the Ma Family (1)

Suddenly, the official who had been speaking was beheaded.

The kneeling literati felt a warmth on their faces and upon touching it with their hands, their vision was filled with red. They looked down to see a headless corpse lying on the ground, and several people immediately fainted.

"Prince, spare my life, please spare me," cried the cowards as they began to beg for mercy.

The crowd of onlookers was extensive, and seeing Chu Suifeng standing like a god of death in the center of the gate, flanked by soldiers in black armor exuding murderous intent, everyone stood petrified like wooden chickens.

Some children who were frightened to tears had their mouths quickly covered by adults.

Those who came forward to volunteer were so shocked that their eyes widened, and their mouths trembled; they dared not make a sound.

"Who else wants to speak up? Stand out. Anyone who slanders the Princess will be killed without mercy," Chu Suifeng’s voice carried a murderous aura.

Many literati began to regret inwardly; they suddenly remembered that Chu Suifeng was the true master of the Northern Land. His word was even more powerful than the Emperor’s decree on this land.

Some people, despite their fear, were not convinced in their hearts. It wasn’t that they actually targeted Lin Ziyin, but their outdated thinking worried them that if Lin Ziyin was taken by the people of the North Country and defiled, she would not be worthy of Chu Suifeng.

"If you don’t want to speak, then get lost," Chu Suifeng coldly commanded.

Those who came forward to volunteer, some crawled away and slipped into the crowd, while the majority knelt silently on the ground, shaking even though they did not move.

Chu Suifeng sneered, "Kill."

The word uttered, the black-armored soldiers immediately flashed their gleaming weapons. Swords and knives glistened in the sunlight, and a look of terror covered the faces of the surrounding civilians; they’d only come to watch the excitement but never expected it to turn so bloody.

However, the civilians were not worried because they knew Prince Ling never killed the innocent without cause.

The people standing at the back began to retreat, fearful of being splattered with blood from the killing and suffering an unwarranted disaster.

"Prince, Your Highness Prince Ling. It’s out of concern for you, concern for the Northern Land," an old man with white whiskers started crying out. "My life is insignificant and not worth mourning, but Your Highness is wise and heroic; you must not have any stain on your reputation."

"Prince," many of the kneeling literati wailed as they kowtowed to him.

Situ Gong and Mei Hanqing stood behind Chu Suifeng, silently watching the literati and former officials on the ground, secretly shaking their heads. It was a shame; these people, although outdated, truly had Prince Ling’s best interest at heart.

But since the Prince was enraged, he would surely find some scapegoats to suppress and intimidate with a bloody approach.

It wasn’t easy being the one in the spotlight, and neither of them stepped forward to say a word, just watching quietly.

Among those who volunteered, many knew Mr. Situ Gong and, seeing that Mr. Situ did not speak, each of their hearts grew cold.

Could it be that they would really lose their lives at the doorstep of the Wang Residence? Many closed their eyes in despair, while some looked expectantly at Chu Suifeng or at Mei Hanqing and Situ Gong.

Unfortunately, the attitudes of these three were uniformly indifferent.

"Hold on." Just when the black-armored soldiers were ready to swing their weapons and harvest lives, Lin Ziyin emerged from the gates of the Wang Residence.

Hong Ying and others followed by her side, vigilantly watching the people lying on the ground and the crowd around them, protecting her firmly in the center.

The lady of the house appeared, and she was also the leading lady of the incident, so for a time, the entire front of the Wang Residence fell silent.

"Prince, let them speak," Lin Ziyin said. "Otherwise, even if you kill them now, there will be others who are discontented, and future hidden dangers will remain."