Phoenix Cries Across the World: The Cold-Hearted Princess is Too Alluring

Chu Yingge snorted coldly, her gaze towards Lin Wan was icy, and her words were extremely cold.

Each word struck Lin Wan's heart like a hammer blow.

"Is this all the Empress Dowager is capable of? I thought her methods were more than that."

"Chu Yingge, you think this is the end? I've only just begun!" Lin Wan said angrily, pulled back to reality by Chu Yingge's words.

She had actually felt a moment of fear just now, and even had the thought of letting Chu Yingge go.

This woman is truly capable of bewitching people; even she almost fell for her tricks.

Her ten slender fingers each had a silver needle of roughly the same size and thickness inserted into them.

Chu Yingge's clothes were soaked with sweat, but the smile remained on her face, though it didn't reach her eyes.

That smile sent chills down Lin Wan's spine.

He grabbed a whip from the side and lashed it at Chu Yinge. The force of his anger was not to be underestimated. The barbs on the whip immediately tore Chu Yinge's skin open.

His clothes, which were originally soaked with sweat, suddenly turned blood red.

The wound hurt even more from the sweat.

Chu Yingge grimaced as the pain immediately reached her nerve endings, gradually eroding her remaining sanity.

Because of the drug, my body was in a limp state, but this reduced the pain a little.

Before she could catch her breath, Lin Wan lashed out with her whip again, the wound splitting open at a visible speed, the barbs on the whip hooking the flesh inside out, a sight that made one want to vomit.

Chu Yingge had to admire her own composure; even at this moment, she still had the mind to care about how her wound looked.

Having died once before, he was incredibly calm about everything.

With her eyes closed, Chu Yingge's memories flipped back to the 21st century.

Although she was the chairperson of the assassin company, she still suffered a lot before she took that position.

In concentration camps, in rainforests, in Las Vegas, every minute, every second felt like experiencing death.

We must never let our guard down, nor can we trust everyone around us.

Because trust can really kill you.

She killed so many of her comrades, survived the brutal training in the concentration camp, was thrown into the rainforest to fight against the harsh natural environment, and was finally shot multiple times while completing her mission in Las Vegas.

But she was resilient, which is why she survived and eventually rose to that supreme position, building her own assassin empire.

But a person's luck in this life will eventually run out. Her private plane crashed, and she and her teammates all died on that plane.

She simply vanished from the assassin empire.

From that moment on, she ceased to exist in the mercenary world.

Chu Yingge squinted and remained silent, as if she were isolated from everything outside. Lin Wan frowned, and without thinking, swung the whip at Chu Yingge again.

As if she could no longer feel the pain, Chu Yingge did not react at all, keeping her eyes closed and remaining silent, without even frowning.

Upon seeing this, someone nearby hurriedly stepped forward: "Your Majesty, this might have resulted in a death. Perhaps we should let it go today, since the joint trial by the three judicial authorities is about to take place. If the Seventh Princess were to die at your hands, it would be quite inexcusable!"

"I know what I'm doing!" Lin Wan roared.

Throwing away the whip, Lin Wan walked up to Chu Yingge, grabbed Chu Yingge's chin with such force that it seemed she wanted to crush it.

However, Chu Yingge still did not react.

Lin Wan forced Chu Yingge to look into her eyes, but Chu Yingge refused to open them. Enraged, Lin Wan pulled out the gold hairpin from her hair and stabbed it into Chu Yingge's shoulder.

The hairpin pierced the flesh, and fresh blood gushed out.

Chu Yingge slowly opened her eyes, her gaze calm and still, as if dead.

"That's all."

"What did you say?" Lin Wan was taken aback.

Chu Yingge looked at the gold hairpin tucked into her shoulder, her eyes flickering between light and shadow: "Is your strength really that weak? If it were me, I would have inserted it much deeper!"

"You...you're a madman!"

The disbelief in Lin Wan's eyes outweighed the anger in her heart. What she had just done would have been difficult for even a man to withstand, yet the person in front of her still had the strength to refute her. One could imagine just how capable she was.

"Since that's what you think... then... as you wish!" With that, Lin Wan increased the pressure even more.

The hairpin sank into her bone, and a wave of pain washed over her, turning her face deathly pale. Yet, Chu Yingge's expression remained neither sad nor happy.

Just like she said, she's already died once, so what's there to be afraid of?

"You'd better torture me to death, otherwise, as long as I live, I will settle the score with you slowly for the pain I suffer today."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a certain intimidating power.

For a fleeting moment, Lin Wan was genuinely afraid, afraid that Chu Yingge would eventually settle scores with her, but it only lasted for a moment.

But Chu Yingge caught that moment of fear.

"Are you scared?"

"Nonsense!" Lin Wan vehemently denied, "Why would I be afraid of you?"

"I hope not." After saying this, Chu Yingge closed her eyes completely and stopped talking.

The pain throughout her body had drained all her strength, and she simply didn't have the energy to waste any more words with Lin Wan.

Lin Wan's anger was reignited by Chu Yin Ge's silent response.

He waved, and two people came up behind him.

"Beat me to death! If I faint, splash me with water to wake me up. Stop when I'm dead!"

"This..." The person beside her hesitated, "Your Majesty, this Seventh Princess Consort is, after all..."

"Why is my word not working?" Lin Wan retorted.

Those standing by could only shake their heads and remain silent.

Without saying anything more, Lin Wan glared fiercely at Chu Yingge before turning and leaving the prison.

Although the men below had received Lin Wan's orders, they knew that it was just a momentary outburst. If they were to kill the person in front of them now, they would probably be facing their own demise.

The group exchanged glances, picked up the instruments of torture placed to the side, and began to carry out the execution.

When the pain reaches a certain level, you really can't feel anything at all, and that's the state Chu Yingge is in right now.

Despite the instruments of torture being applied to her body, she felt nothing.

Knock them unconscious, then splash water on them to wake them up, then knock them unconscious again, splash water on them again, and so on, in a repeated cycle.

Time and time again, until finally I lost count of how many times it had happened.

Seeing that the beating had been long enough, the men took Chu Yingge down from the rack and sent her back to her original cell.

Lying on the clean bed, Chu Yinge was barely breathing, her life force fading away little by little.

In my mind, I seemed to see the scene of the plane crash again.