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

Although Chu Yingge hadn't finished speaking, Chu Tian already understood what she meant. The threat was so strong; what use was such a daughter?

Chu Tian's gaze swept over Chu Yingge, who stood before him, with the intensity of a viper's. This was the first time he had ever looked at his daughter so intently.

He had always ignored his daughter, but lately she seemed to be getting more and more noticeable.

Not only did he learn his own secret, but he also repeatedly defied and even provoked himself. The transformation he underwent is truly intriguing.

However, there's no need to delve into it now. Chu Yingge isn't the Seventh Prince's Consort yet. As long as he eliminates Chu Yingge, all other worries will disappear.

"I am indeed glad I kept you." As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Tian turned and left.

He can take care of her tonight; there's no need to waste words here.

Chu Yingge stood there, and a gust of wind blew by. She felt incredibly cold and couldn't help but shiver. She walked to the door, leaned against the door frame, and sat down.

Perhaps because she had the memories of the original owner of this body in her mind, she couldn't help but feel a chill when she heard Chu Tian say that.

This truly refreshed her understanding of hypocrites; how could such a person be worthy of being a father?

"Your mother is truly blind to have liked such a worthless person. It's a real shame for you, thinking your father is a virtuous gentleman!"

Chu Yingge shook her head, as if sighing for the original owner of this body. She had never been a soft-hearted person, but now, she truly felt it was not worth it for the deceased Chu Yingge.

However, the dead are gone, and there's no point in saying these things now. Chu Yingge is no longer a pushover that anyone can bully. She wants to build her own empire in this era.

What father, what seventh prince, if anyone stands in her way, she won't let them get away with it!

Shaking her head, Chu Yingge walked into the room and looked at the things she had created in such a short time. Suddenly, she felt a little discouraged.

She is not someone who easily gives up hope; even in dire straits, she can create opportunities and turn adversity into opportunity.

But in this era of cold weapons, she didn't even have a single weapon that suited her. She had no guns, no bombs, and even when she made them herself, she only produced a pile of scrap metal.

The only weapon he could use was the long whip coiled around his waist.

She is a modern person, without internal energy or any special moves. All she knows is how to find weaknesses and then kill them with one blow.

Such skills might be fine against ordinary people, but if she's unlucky enough to run into a top-tier expert, she won't stand a chance.

She has always lived a life where others are the prey and she is the butcher. Now, the roles are reversed, and she is very uncomfortable with it. Moreover, she refuses to be in a situation that she cannot control. This feeling is terrible!

Picking up the forged dagger in front of her, Chu Yingge frowned even more deeply. She understood the principle that "a skilled craftsman must first sharpen his tools" better than anyone else, so she needed a good weapon to defend herself.

She did know that there was a place to store good things, and that was the national treasury.

Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on Chu Yingge's face, and a bold plan was beginning to take shape in her mind.

In the 21st century, she could openly blow up the national treasury. Now, why can't she steal something from the national treasury?

As if she could already see a peerless weapon beckoning to her, Chu Yingge threw away the dagger in her hand with a snap. Holding such a piece of junk would only hurt her hand.

Walking to her desk, Chu Yingge spread out the papers in front of her. She wanted to plan carefully how to turn the ideas in her mind into reality.

……

A gentle breeze was blowing, and the night was slightly cool.

Inside the Seventh Prince's mansion, all was peaceful.

However, the atmosphere in the bamboo garden was not so harmonious.

The temperature in the room dropped sharply. Mu Ziyuan squinted his beautiful phoenix eyes, and the chilling aura emanating from them was enough to frighten Mu Zi, who was standing next to him, into not daring to breathe.

Who knows what exactly happened? The eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion, Chu Yanran, actually ended up in his prince's bed. This is... this is clearly reckless!

However, judging from Chu Yanran's appearance, Mu Zi knew that she definitely didn't come to this bed willingly; she had clearly been drugged.

To be able to drug the young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion without a sound and then send her to the prince's bed without a sound—putting aside this person's abilities, his audacity alone is astonishing.

Mu Zi wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, walked to the bedside, and covered Chu Yanran with a cloak.

"Your Highness, I will send Miss Chu back right now."

"kindness."

Mu Ziyuan responded indifferently, his murderous intent growing even stronger. Although he hadn't revealed his power since arriving in the capital, no one dared to bully him so openly.

This person's abilities not only intrigued him, but his audacity also piqued his interest. Suddenly, the image of the arrogant figure under the pear tree flashed into Mu Ziyuan's mind.

His originally murderous gaze suddenly softened, and the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly, leaving Mu Zi somewhat puzzled.

"Your Highness, should we send this person back?" Mu Zi asked cautiously.

Mu Ziyuan frowned, looked at the person on the bed, and his disdain was obvious. Since this was someone his princess hated, he should be on the same page as his little princess.

Isn't there a saying that goes, "When the wife sings, the husband follows"?

"Throw it away." With that indifferent remark, Mu Ziyuan turned and left the room, his back view cold and resolute. He couldn't wait to ask his little princess what was going on.

Sending a woman to his door—is he trying to test his prowess in bed? Or is he already planning to find him a concubine to continue his lineage?

Watching her lord's departing figure, Mu Zi looked utterly dejected. What did he mean by "throw her away"? Did he mean to dump the Prime Minister's eldest daughter on the street? She was a girl, after all; did he have to be so rough?

But then again, if he hadn't done that, he would have been the one thrown away.

So, we can only feel sorry for the young lady on the bed; after all, she bumped into the wrong place.

Mu Zi turned her head and looked at Chu Yanran on the bed with a "good luck to you" expression. Her feelings of pity and tenderness only lasted for a moment before she quietly left the palace with Chu Yanran, who was wrapped in a cloak.