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

The person in his arms was pale, and looked like she had suffered some pain. Damn it, how could his woman be bullied like this!

"If Your Majesty has nothing else to say, I will take my leave now."

"Step down." Mu Jingyu waved his hand and said no more.

Mu Ziyuan had his back to Mu Jingyu, so he didn't see the mockery that flashed in Mu Jingyu's eyes, and Mu Jingyu didn't see the overwhelming murderous intent in Mu Ziyuan's eyes.

Watching Mu Ziyuan's retreating figure, Mu Jingyu slammed the teacup down in his hand, a look of ambiguity creeping onto his face.

Mu Zi stood by the carriage outside the palace gate, his eyelids twitching incessantly, feeling that something terrible was about to happen. Seeing his lord come out, he finally felt a little relieved, but when he saw the person his lord was holding in his arms, his heart jumped into his throat.

Others may not know, but surely he does? His prince cares most about this inexplicable princess, and now that she's been turned into this, his prince is bound to explode!

Without a second thought, Mu Zi hurriedly stepped forward, stretching out her hands to receive the person: "Your Highness, let me help you."

"No need." The two words were spoken lightly, but there was a suppressed anger in his tone.

After passing Mu Zi, Mu Ziyuan carried Chu Yingge directly onto the carriage.

Somewhat embarrassed, Mu Zi withdrew her hand and followed closely behind Mu Ziyuan to the carriage. She asked respectfully, "Your Highness, shall we go directly to the manor or to the Prime Minister's residence?"

"Go home."

“But Princess Consort…” Mu Zi hesitated. Although Chu Yingge was now the Emperor’s chosen Princess Consort, the two were not yet married. If this got out, it would probably damage the reputation of the Seventh Princess Consort.

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?" The impatient tone sent a chill down Mu Zi's spine.

His master knew himself well; he rarely showed his emotions. The tone he used just now was the only one he had when he learned that Consort Hui had been murdered.

This confirmed Mu Zi's belief even more in the importance of this princess she had never met to her husband.

Without asking any further questions, Mu Zi jumped onto the carriage, turned it around, and sped off towards the Prince's Mansion.

Beside the palace wall, amidst the trees, a slender figure slowly emerged—it was Green Bamboo, Chu Yanran's assistant.

She was still thinking about how to ruin Chu Yingge's reputation, but unexpectedly, the opportunity came. She went to the Prince's mansion so openly without being married. If she comes back tonight, that will be fine, but if she doesn't, her reputation will probably be ruined.

However, judging from the situation, he definitely won't be coming back tonight.

Chu Yinge, all your scheming has finally come to an end!

……

Visit the Seventh Prince's Mansion and stroll through the bamboo garden.

Mu Zi stood outside the door, looked up at the eaves, blinked, and felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

After the prince brought the princess back, he never came out of this room again, nor did he allow anyone else to enter, not even him. You must know that he was the prince's closest person!

Thinking about this, Mu Zi felt a pang of unease.

He didn't have any objections to the choice of the princess, but wasn't his prince making a mountain out of a molehill?

Inside the room, Mu Ziyuan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the person on the bed. His face was so gloomy it could drip water, and the atmosphere in the room was somewhat subtle.

He reached out and brushed aside the messy strands of hair on Chu Yingge's forehead, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away the fine beads of sweat on Chu Yingge's forehead, and finally sighed helplessly.

Since learning the truth about his mother's death, he has rarely cared so much about anything or anyone.

All he could think about was revenge, but now it seemed he was about to fall into someone's hands.

"hiss!"

A cry of pain forcibly pulled Mu Ziyuan back to his senses. Chu Yingge frowned deeply, her face growing increasingly pale.

She slowly opened her eyes, glanced at Mu Ziyuan in front of her, and before she could say a word, she fell into a deep sleep again.

Looking at the person who had just woken up and then fainted again, Mu Ziyuan let out a long breath, his eyes filled with desolation.

He got out of bed, found the medicine box, and took out a bottle of top-quality wound medicine. This wound medicine was made with a unique secret formula, and there was no other bottle like it in the world.

Reaching the bedside, Mu Ziyuan gently turned the person on the bed over. All the wounds were on the back, and lying down was pressing on the wounds, no wonder they were uncomfortable.

Picking up the scissors placed beside the bed, an unnatural look flashed across Mu Ziyuan's face. Although he had already decided that the person in bed was his woman, he was still somewhat embarrassed because he was inexperienced in such matters.

However, he would never allow anyone else to do such a thing. He would never allow anyone else to covet his woman or touch her.

Gently cut open Chu Yingge's clothes, which were already stained with blood and covered in flesh. Pulling on the clothes inevitably aggravated the wounds.

Chu Yingge lay on the bed, her mouth tightly shut, as if she were conscious, yet also as if she were unconscious.

His smooth, fair back was covered in deep wounds, some of which were bloody and mangled. Mu Ziyuan was a man who had traveled the martial world and escaped death many times, so wounds should be commonplace for him.

But when I saw this scene, I couldn't help but frown and feel a pang of heartache.

This woman is really stubborn; if it were anyone else, they would have died long ago. She has none of the demeanor of a rich young lady.

He probably needs to re-examine the identity of the Ninth Miss of the Chu family.

Even if the daughter of the Prime Minister's family is not favored, she is still much better than the daughters of ordinary families. However, the woman lying on the bed now has no demeanor of a lady from a noble family, but only the aura of a queen.

That's right, it's the aura of a king, and that's what puzzled him the most.

How could a woman who has lived a secluded life for so long possess the aura of a queen?

"When you wake up, you'd better be able to explain yourself."

Mu Ziyuan shook his head and didn't say anything more. The person was still unconscious, so even if he wanted to blame someone, he would wait until the person woke up.

After taking the wound medicine, Mu Ziyuan focused intently and began applying it to Chu Yingge.

The medicine applied to the wound did not make Chu Yinge feel much better; instead, it irritated the wound and made it even more painful.

Unable to hold back a soft moan, Chu Yingge gripped the bedsheet tightly, fine beads of sweat constantly appearing on her forehead.

Seeing the person's reaction on the bed, Mu Ziyuan couldn't help but complain, "I'll teach you a lesson this time for being so stubborn." Although he said that, Mu Ziyuan's movements unconsciously became much gentler.

It was so gentle, as if it were being treated with one's most cherished possession.