Recalling Lin Ziyin's displeased and fierce gaze, Congyi and others knew they had offended her. The Prince surely wouldn't hold a grudge against Miss Lin for long. Moreover, with Miss Lin's intelligence, she wouldn't let things escalate with the Prince. However, it was a pity for them, her servants. They did not know whether Miss Lin would show them a pleasant face in future encounters.
"Brother, how are you doing?" After sending off Chu Suifeng and his men with an angry glare, Lin Ziyin quickly tiptoed to inspect the wound on Lin Changshu's neck.
"I'm fine." Lin Changshu, having narrowly escaped death, had a pale face, but he didn't want Lin Ziyin to worry about him. He put on a brave front to comfort Lin Ziyin, "Don't tell Grandpa and your sister-in-law about today's events."
"I know." These were the same words she'd uttered when she had been hurt by Si Jinhan.
"The Prince held back." Lin Changshu added another comment.