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

Inside the Seventh Prince's mansion, the night was slightly cool.

Mu Ziyuan, dressed in black, stood in the courtyard, looking up at the stars and moon in the sky, his eyes filled with confusion, his mind seemingly lost in thought.

Mu Zi walked up from behind and draped a cloak over Mu Ziyuan's shoulders.

"Your Highness, it's chilly at night, why don't you wear an extra layer of clothing?" If you listen carefully, there's even a hint of complaint in the voice.

However, among everyone in the Prince's mansion, only Mu Zi dared to speak to Mu Ziyuan like that.

Hearing Mu Zi's voice, Mu Ziyuan withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and looked at Mu Zi, who was the closest person to him.

What's your view on the current situation?

"Perspective?" Mu Zi asked rhetorically, but quickly understood the meaning behind the words. After thinking hard for a while, she slowly said, "Your Highness, we have just returned to the capital. I think it would be better not to show off our strength. Although the Emperor has just ascended the throne, his power should not be underestimated."

"Go on," Mu Ziyuan replied calmly.

Having received permission from her lord, Mu Zi had no reason to hesitate.

"The most powerful forces in the capital are the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, as well as the General's Mansion. If the Prince can get in touch with the General's Mansion, it will be much easier for him to gain a foothold in the capital."

However, the Emperor had clearly anticipated this, so he preemptively cut off the Prince's escape route by marrying the ninth daughter of the Prime Minister's family. Naturally, the General's family wouldn't consider the Prince anymore, since everyone knew the General and the Prime Minister were mortal enemies.

"The Ninth Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Mu Ziyuan chuckled softly. He was now certain that his cautious and scheming elder brother would regret making this decision in the future.

Mu Zi was startled by her lord's reaction and unconsciously swallowed: "Your Highness, I know you don't want to marry this Ninth Miss, but at this time, we absolutely cannot disobey the imperial decree, otherwise, it will only give the Emperor a legitimate reason to get rid of us."

"Go to the palace tomorrow." With that, Mu Ziyuan turned and went into the room.

Standing there, Mu Zi felt a chill run down his spine. It seemed that his lord was going against the emperor. In that case, he would have to go and make some arrangements.

Originally, Mu Zi thought that her prince was going to defy the imperial decree and break off the engagement. She was trembling with fear all night. But who would have thought that her prince would actually move up the wedding date?

Mu Zi was completely baffled. He couldn't understand what his prince was thinking, but he couldn't ask directly in front of the emperor, so he could only stand aside and pretend he knew nothing.

Mu Jingyu tapped his fingers on the table, scrutinizing the person standing in front of him. He had originally thought the person would refuse the marriage proposal, but he hadn't expected them to move the wedding date forward. He was truly puzzled.

It's getting harder and harder to figure him out, but that's precisely Mu Ziyuan's skill. If he could see right through me, how could I become someone he'd be wary of?

"Seventh Brother suddenly asked to move the wedding date forward. Is it because he likes this Ninth Miss?"

“Your Majesty is right. I do indeed like this Ninth Miss, so I urge Your Majesty to grant us this opportunity and move the wedding date forward as soon as possible,” Mu Ziyuan said indifferently, his tone full of aloofness.

He and Mu Jingyu would never become close, and they both knew this perfectly well, so there was no need for them to pretend to be sycophantic.

This marriage was personally arranged by Mu Jingyu, so even if Mu Ziyuan made such a request, it was not excessive. Although it was unexpected, it was indeed the result that Mu Jingyu wanted to see.

The ninth young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion is not going to amount to much. If Mu Ziyuan wants to marry her, then so be it; it suits my taste perfectly.

"In that case, I grant your permission."

"Thank you, brother."

After leaving the Imperial Study, Mu Zi followed behind Mu Ziyuan without saying a word, her brows furrowed.

He had been by his master's side since he was a child, and he knew everything his master did, but there was one thing he really couldn't understand or figure out.

Marrying the ninth young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion might bring temporary peace, but it's not a long-term solution. You see, the Emperor is practically begging his prince to go down this path, but who knows if his prince will actually bring about his own downfall.

"Your Highness, why did you move the wedding date forward?" Mu Zi hesitated for a long time before finally asking the question.

Upon hearing this, Mu Ziyuan turned around, looked at Mu Zi, and smiled slightly, his expression as gentle as a spring breeze, the angle just right.

"Don't you think the Seventh Prince's mansion has too much yang energy?"

"Huh?" Mu Zi looked completely taken aback. "It's because of this?"

"Otherwise what?" Mu Ziyuan said, then turned around and strode forward.

Watching his lord's departing figure, Mu Zi's eyes were filled with doubt, but it was quickly replaced by a murderous glint in them. He would not let anyone who wanted to harm his lord get away with it.

If this Ninth Miss behaves herself, then all will be well. But if she can't stay still, then he can't blame her for being impolite!

……

The news of the wedding being moved up quickly reached the Prime Minister's residence, causing an uproar among the residents. The previous events hadn't even subsided, and now they heard this news, which was truly unbelievable.

It seems that the Seventh Prince truly loves the Ninth Miss; otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to the Emperor to move the wedding date forward.

Chu Yanran had just recovered a little when she heard such unpleasant news. She reached out and knocked over the medicine bowl in front of her, her eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"What is it about me that that brat doesn't do me justice? Why would anyone like her? Why?!"

Green Bamboo quickly had someone clean up the broken pieces on the ground. She felt sorry for her young mistress. It was all Chu Yingge's fault; otherwise, her young mistress wouldn't have been so angry.

"Miss, the most important thing for you right now is to get well. Please don't hold a grudge against Ninth Miss."

"No, I will never let her go, never." Chu Yanran got out of bed. She couldn't swallow this insult. Why could Chu Yingge still be so carefree? Why?

Just as Chu Yanran reached the door, she was forced to turn back. Green Bamboo walked over from the side and gasped when she saw Chu Yingge appear at the door. She quickly shielded her young mistress.

"Ninth Miss, what... what do you want to do?"

“I’m always the one who doesn’t let others go, and no one has ever not let me go.” Chu Yingge stared meaningfully at the panicked Chu Yanran. She had heard everything Chu Yanran had just said.

She had already decided to let Chu Yanran go, but Chu Tian didn't take her words to heart. Not only did he not cancel the engagement, he also moved up the wedding date.

The claim that the Seventh Prince was deeply in love with her and wanted to marry her as soon as possible is utter nonsense. It seems that she simply didn't make enough of a fuss before.

She wouldn't mind doing it all over again, but she didn't know if Chu Yanran could handle it.