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

Hearing Chu Yingge say this, Xin'er, no matter how unwilling she was, could only give up.

After all, this is the Seventh Prince's Mansion, Chu Yingge's territory. If Chu Yingge dares to hurt her, she naturally dares to kill her. She can easily find an excuse to get away with it.

"Your Highness is right. I was being presumptuous. I will take my leave now." With that, he turned to leave.

"Wait!" Chu Yingge called out to Xin'er.

He stopped and turned around, looking at Chu Yingge with some suspicion: "Is there anything else, Your Highness?"

"Take your things with you as well. Leaving them here will only dirty my courtyard." Chu Yingge said, pointing to her finger, which was still bleeding from the ground.

Xin'er had already planned to give in, but hearing Chu Yingge say this only intensified her resentment.

As someone personally trained by Mu Jingyu, she had long since learned to be tolerant, but she was still enraged by Chu Yingge's words.

"Your Highness, haven't you ever heard of taking an inch and then a mile? Or are you really so unscrupulous that you don't respect the Emperor at all!"

"You're right, I've never taken Mu Jingyu seriously, but so what?" Chu Yingge said even more arrogantly.

In this ancient era where nothing was developed, there were no eavesdropping devices or recording devices, so of course she could say whatever she wanted. Since she had a mouth, she could make black seem white.

Even when she's in front of Mu Jingyu, it won't be up to her to decide; the initiative is never in someone else's hands.

If someone is arrogant to a certain extent, then she must have the right to be so.

However, Chu Yingge had the means to do so.

Xin'er stared intently at the person in front of her for a long time before bending down and picking up her bleeding finger from the ground.

"Your Highness had better remember what you said today, so that you may pay the price for those words in the future."

"Take care, I won't see you out." Chu Yingge waved her hand, turned around and walked into the room.

As Xin'er watched Chu Yingge's retreating figure, her eyes reflected boundless resentment. She would one day exact revenge on Chu Yingge for the humiliation she had suffered at the Prince's mansion!

She keeps her word!

Inside the room, Guozi and Muzi had finished their chicken soup and were chatting and laughing together when they saw Chu Yingge walk in. They quickly quieted down.

Mu Zi rose from the bedside and respectfully said, "Your Highness."

"You can go out now. I have something I want to ask Guozi."

"Oh, okay." Mu Zi nodded at the fruit on the bed, picked up the empty bowl, and walked out, closing the door behind her.

In the huge room, only Chu Yingge and Guozi remained.

Sitting down by the bedside, Chu Yingge said with a serious expression, "Tell me! What exactly happened to your wounds? You'd better not lie to me. You can fool others, but you can't fool me."

"I never intended to lie to you, Miss! I was even planning to have you help me get revenge," Guozi said angrily.

Although Mu Huichun did give her the antidote, he used her body without her consent and left her covered in injuries. She would definitely settle this score!

Chu Yingge frowned slightly: "Revenge? What makes you say that?"

"It's all because of that despicable scoundrel who calls himself a miracle doctor! He used my body to test medicine without my consent!"

Guozi became increasingly angry as she spoke, and grabbed Chu Yingge's hand: "Miss, you must settle the score for me. You can't just let it go like this. I've never been bullied like this before."

"Why would we use your body to test drugs?" Chu Yingge asked, puzzled.

Guozi withdrew her hand, somewhat evasive, and refused to speak.

Chu Yingge crossed her arms and coldly stared at the fruit, waiting for what would happen next.

Such a gaze was too sharp, and Guozi couldn't withstand it. She had no choice but to reveal her secret: "Because I was born in a yin year, yin month, and yin hour, I have too much yin energy. The fortune teller said I am a lonely star and will live a lonely life."

"So?" Chu Yingge pressed.

"That's why I was kicked out of my family and cut off from them. With nowhere else to turn, I was taken in by the Prime Minister's mansion."

As Guozi spoke, she cautiously glanced at Chu Yingge, afraid that Chu Yingge might also kick her out because she disliked her fate.

Chu Yingge's expression softened slightly: "It's nothing serious, why are you hiding it from me?"

"It's no big deal?" Guozi looked surprised. "Miss, do you really not care? Being with me will only bring you trouble. After all, my fate is to be a scourge."

"I've never believed in fate; I only believe that my destiny is in my own hands, not in the heavens." The arrogant tone instantly reassured Guozi.

In all her years of life, no one had ever said such things before. Although it might sound rebellious or even against the will of Heaven, it sounded so pleasant to her ears.

"Miss..." Guozi's voice was choked with emotion.

Chu Yingge reached out and patted Guozi's little head: "Don't think about these things anymore. Take good care of your health. The Empress Dowager's birthday is in two days. You still have to come to the palace with me then."

"Yes, I understand."

Chu Yingge didn't say anything more. She helped Guozi lie down, covered her with a blanket, and then left the room.

……

In the dead of night, even the brightly lit imperial palace was eerily quiet.

Inside the imperial study, Mu Jingyu irritably put down the memorial in his hand and listened to Xin'er's report, feeling inexplicably melancholy.

Did she really say that?

“Xin’er dares not deceive the Emperor; every word she uttered came from the Seventh Princess Consort.”

"Her audacity is a bit too much," Mu Jingyu said quietly, though there was a hint of sourness in his voice.

Xin'er felt somewhat disappointed. She had thought that at least the person in front of her would care about her injuries, but in reality, he didn't.

The severed finger reminded her of her disability, and the excruciating pain gradually brought her back to consciousness.

"Your Majesty, Xin'er thinks that the Seventh Prince's Consort may have been turned by the Seventh Prince, so should we...?" Xin'er didn't say the rest of the sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.

Mu Jingyu frowned slightly: "Take back what you just said! I am I, and you are you. We have never been 'us'."

"It was Xin'er who overstepped her bounds." After a moment of hesitation, she finally gave in.

The person before her was the emperor, the supreme ruler, who would one day have a harem of three thousand beauties. Someone of her status would never be able to rise to prominence, let alone dare to dream of anything.

This has been known for a long time, hasn't it?

But today, this fact has been brutally exposed, and Xin'er still feels somewhat sad.

"Your Majesty, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave."

"Hmm." Mu Jingyu responded faintly and said nothing more.