"Hmm?" Chu Suifeng's gaze finally fell on him. "What is this you are saying, Lord Lin? Are you blaming this prince for neglecting Consort Lin?"
"This humble servant wouldn't dare." Lin Haisheng bowed his head in apology, knowing all too well that even were Chu Suifeng to punish his daughter without cause, he, Lin Haisheng, would have to swallow it all here in the Northern Land.
He was not one to blur the lines between superior and subordinate, choosing to bow his head when necessary.
"Is it that you dare not, or do not wish to?" Chu Suifeng looked at him with a provocative gaze.
Under Chu Suifeng's piercing stare, filled with the threat of killing intent, Lin Haisheng's back broke out in even more sweat.
"Your Highness." Lin Ziyin spoke gently, "You always speak half sentences, no wonder it causes misunderstandings."