The Princess of Northern Land

Chapter 201 - 201 201 The Showdown(2)_1

?Chapter 201: Chapter 201: The Showdown(2)_1 Chapter 201: Chapter 201: The Showdown(2)_1 “Ziyin, you’ve just returned, there are some things you may not be clear on yet,” said Yan, jumping up excitedly upon seeing Lin Ziyin. She hustled over to Lin Ziyin, planning to recount the matter once more. After all, talking more about it wouldn’t affect the reputation of the Ma family, only damaging Lin Zige’s reputation.

As long as Lin Zige’s reputation is tarnished, when she marries into the Ma family, the Ma family will have even more control over her.

“Are you referring to the incident where Ma Zhicai tore my sister’s clothes?” Lin Ziyin interrupted her sharply.

“Since you already know…” Yan was caught off guard by her casual demeanor, the situation was not evolving as she had planned.

“Try and spout more nonsense, see what happens!” Wu Dayou struggled to hold himself back.

“Fool,” Lin Ziyin reprimanded Wu Dayou. “Martial arts is not meant for you to kill people.”

“Dayou, listen to what Ziyin has to say.” Lou Zheng also sided with Lin Ziyin, leaving Wu Dayou seething. He abruptly dropped the stick in his hand, but his eyes remained fiercely glued to Yan and Ma Zhicai.

“Ziyin, I was purely trying to save someone at the time. I didn’t think it through. I came here to clear things up with Brother Dayou, but who knew my mother would…” Ma Zhicai knew Lin Ziyin was difficult to deceive. Realizing her stance, he promptly came over to explain himself, absolving himself completely.

“Exactly, saving people is a noble act. Your mother though, she creates chaos out of everything. Even if she really likes Zige, she can’t ruin the girl’s reputation.” Ma Danglang as a sly man perceived the cold smirk of Hei Yi, he immediately became anxious and followed Ma Zhicai’s narrative, shifting all the blame onto Yan.

“Brother Dayou, let me ask you, if today my sister’s reputation was ruined, would our marriage arrangement still stand?” Lin Ziyin asked in front of Wu Dayou.

“Of course it would! I’ll have my aunt pick a good day soon, and take Zige home. I don’t care about reputation, as long as I can treat Zige well.” Wu Dayou, pressed to his limit, was even reduced to tears.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zige cried even harder.

“Why are you crying? You’re so weak.” Lin Ziyin scolded Lin Zige, disregarding the fact that she was her elder sister. “It’s just your arm that’s been exposed, not your honor. Who are you crying for?”

Lin Zige, reproached in this way, could only stare at her in bewilderment with teary eyes.

“What’s there to cry about? Every year, the Tatars raid, and isn’t it true that they’ve hurt so many women at the border? As far as I know, many women in our kingdom didn’t die at the hands of the Tatars, but died of shame from being violated or exposed.” Lin Ziyin looked at Hei Yi beside her, “Isn’t that right, Hei Yi?”

Hei Yi was befuddled by her statement but nodded in agreement nonetheless. “The Tatars are despicable. Many women on the border have met tragic ends.”

The villagers were perplexed as to why she had steered the conversation from the incident with Lin Zige to the border situation. The border was five hundred miles away from Feng City, Shili village was typically safe. Indeed, Lin Ziyin seemed to be going off on a tangent.

“Maybe some people praise these women for their tragic and glorious deaths, calling them chaste. However, in my opinion, they’re a bunch of fools, ignoramuses.” Lin Ziyin’s subsequent statement made the faces of everyone present twist with displeasure.

“Ziyin.” At this point, even old grandpa felt compelled to interject.

“Grandpa, I know what I’m saying.” Lin Ziyin stared resolutely at her grandpa. Some things had to be said sooner or later, might as well get it off her chest now. Even though she knew her views clashed with those of this era. “Why would the Tatars harm women? Will the Tatars be punished if these women die? Or will their families benefit in any way? If it were me, I would live on, try my best to kill a few Tatars. After all, it’s better to cheat death than to die honourably. Sister, you’ve only exposed your arm. What advantage could the Ma boy take? Suppose the Tatars invaded, and in the confusion your clothes were torn, wouldn’t that mean you’d have to marry a Tatar out of shame?”