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

It was as if Mu Ziyuan hadn't expected Chu Yingge to ask such a question, or rather, even he himself didn't know the answer to the question: why was it her?

Chu Yingge looked down and saw Mu Ziyuan, who was speechless for a moment. She felt a pang of sadness, but it was only for a moment.

"Come back and talk to me when Your Highness has thought this through. Let's put the cooperation I mentioned earlier on hold for now. Farewell."

"Wait a minute." Mu Ziyuan called out to Chu Yingge, who was about to leave, "Am I just going to take this whip for nothing?"

"What does Your Highness want?" Chu Yingge stopped and turned around, her face devoid of any emotion.

Mu Ziyuan lowered his head and thought for a moment, then simply walked over and held Chu Yingge in his arms. He really couldn't answer the little woman's question, but he just wanted to follow his heart.

"There should at least be some compensation."

"How does Your Highness wish to compensate me?" Chu Yingge did not resist, but her hand remained on her waist, ready to attack at any moment.

Clearly, Mu Ziyuan had also noticed this, and his previously ambiguous face revealed a slight smile: "You don't need to be so wary in front of me."

"Is that so?" Chu Yingge snorted coldly. "I think I need to be on guard all the time because of the prince. Otherwise, with the prince's tricks, I'm afraid I could be sold out and no one would even know."

Mu Ziyuan didn't say much. He lowered his head and captured those incessantly chattering lips. A faint sweetness wafted between his teeth, along with a strong taste of blood.

Frowning in displeasure, Mu Ziyuan intensified the kiss, and after a long while, the two warm lips finally parted.

"You'll have to take responsibility if you bite me."

"You came to me yourself," Chu Yingge said coldly, as if the kiss hadn't changed anything.

If it weren't for the vast difference in their strength, how could she have allowed Mu Ziyuan to get close to her? But then again, she genuinely didn't mind being in contact with Mu Ziyuan.

Mu Ziyuan was somewhat annoyed. This woman was truly impervious to reason. He had already condescended to this extent, was she still not satisfied?

"Chu Yingge, are you really not clear, or are you pretending to be stupid?"

“If Your Highness has explained it clearly, why would I pretend to be confused?” Chu Yingge retorted.

His cold eyes were filled with terrifying anger. Anyone else would have been terrified, but the person in front of him was Chu Yingge. Not only did she not show any fear, she met Mu Ziyuan's fierce gaze head-on.

The stalemate lasted for a long time.

In the end, Mu Ziyuan gave in.

He shook his head helplessly, reached out and covered Chu Yingge's face. Just as he was about to say something, he realized that a hard, sharp weapon had been pressed against his vital spot.

"Do you really think I'm that kind of person? Not just anyone can move into the Seventh Prince's residence and become the Seventh Prince's consort."

"If it weren't for the Emperor's bestowal of marriage, would you have chosen me?" Chu Yingge asked incredulously.

Helpless, Mu Ziyuan grabbed Chu Yingge's chin with his left hand, and his expression suddenly softened, even his originally cold eyes became much gentler.

"If I am unwilling, who can force me?" This simple sentence directly addressed the question Chu Yingge had raised earlier.

Meeting Mu Ziyuan's gaze, one could see nothing but truth and reality, without the slightest hint of falsehood.

That makes sense, though. Mu Ziyuan is a prince, if he weren't truly sincere, how could anyone force him to be?

"Are you serious?"

"Of course." Mu Ziyuan always kept his word, especially when it came to this matter.

Chu Yingge sheathed her weapon, pushed Mu Ziyuan away from her restraints, walked to a chair to the side, sat down, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured herself a cup of tea.

Mu Ziyuan raised an eyebrow and smiled, "So you're planning to continue discussing cooperation with me?"

“You’re wrong. What kind of cooperation do husband and wife need?” Chu Yingge put down her teacup, a warmth appearing in her eyes.

Previously, they didn't know Mu Ziyuan's identity, which is why they talked about cooperating. Now that the two of them have united and made everything clear, the previous statement naturally needs to be overturned.

"The word 'cooperation' is used to describe partners, and I don't think that the prince and I are partners right now."

"What a coincidence, I don't think so either."

Mu Ziyuan walked over, pulled up a chair and sat opposite Chu Yingge. The thought of marrying the person in front of him filled him with a sense of joy.

Chu Yingge looked up and immediately saw the spot where she had been whipped earlier, still oozing blood. She knew the force of her blow better than anyone else.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." Mu Ziyuan didn't try to hide it; instead, he admitted it immediately.

Although Chu Yingge's whip strike wasn't fatal, it was extremely powerful and hit his meridians squarely. It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt.

A strange emotion flashed in Chu Yingge's eyes. She got up from her seat, walked to Mu Ziyuan's side, looked at the obvious scar on his shoulder, and lowered her eyes.

"Don't worry, the same thing will never happen again."

“Yes, it will absolutely not happen a second time,” Mu Ziyuan said, echoing Chu Yingge’s words.

Raising her head, Chu Yingge stared intently at the person in front of her, slightly stunned. When she said it wouldn't happen a second time, she meant she wouldn't attack Mu Ziyuan again, while when Mu Ziyuan said it wouldn't happen a second time, he meant he would never lie to her again.

For the first time ever, the two of them tacitly reached a consensus.

In her previous life, she had no feelings and was just a cold killing machine. Now that this opportunity has come to her in this life, why should she push it away?

Besides, what could she possibly be dissatisfied with when a prince made such a promise?

"Mu Ziyuan, from today onwards, you are my man, Chu Yingge's man. If you dare to be fickle or flirt with other women, I will make you the only prince in history to become a eunuch."

What were clearly threatening words sounded exceptionally pleasant to Mu Ziyuan's ears.

He likes the label "Chu Yinge's man".

"Then you should also know that from today onwards, you are my woman. If you dare to do anything out of line, I will absolutely not let you off easily!"

"It's natural."

Chu Yingge didn't say anything more. She lowered her body and gave Mu Ziyuan a light kiss on the forehead: "I'll wait for you to come and marry me in a grand procession." After saying that, she turned and left the room.

"Okay." Watching Chu Yingge's departing figure, Mu Ziyuan softly agreed.

The night was so quiet, yet many things quietly changed.

For example, Chu Yingge, Mu Ziyuan, and Mu Ziyuan and Chu Yingge.