Chapter 784 - 245

Are you insane?!

The Prince looked calm on the surface, but in reality she was panicking like hell inside.

Right now she actually didn’t have any real combat capability.

Back then just one Jia Lan had already been enough to give her a serious beating, and Dong Jun’s strength should be far above Jia Lan’s.

The Mirror Country had collected most of the True Inheritance combat data the Cyan Cloud Sect had ever revealed.

Dong Jun’s last move had been freezing the Heart Image Remains by herself and casually creating a gigantic celestial phenomenon.

And Dong Jun’s last formal battle had to be traced back to Beihai, when she faced Iris.

It was almost textbook-level effortless: the weak playing with the strong, a model example of a New Seedling toying with a Full Bloom.

Although the final result was a draw, according to the Mirror Country’s system calculations, Iris only had a chance at victory if she opened her Psychic Realm.

And that was still during the New Seedlings stage, yet she had almost crushed a Full Bloom.

And now, Dong Jun had already stepped into Full Bloom...

[Correction: it’s the Peak of Full Bloom Great Perfection, she may have already stepped into Lush Leaves. More data collection is required, but regardless of the Level, she is a destruction-class opponent for His Highness the Prince. Would you like to surrender?]

The Prince let out a derisive laugh, just about to throw out a couple of snarky lines.

But when the cold wind became bone-piercing, a thin layer of ice spread over her body, and she suddenly couldn’t quite laugh anymore.

Dong Jun’s control over ice could be said to have reached consummate perfection; she could even control the temperature of the ice, laying it over the skin through a finely separated layer of space, making it hard for the Prince to move while not actually frostbiting her.

But if she moved recklessly and touched that thin layer of ice, she’d be pricked by a burst of pain.

The sensation was so intense she couldn’t even tell whether it was frostbite or a burn—it hurt like hell...

[Suggestion: we can provide over a dozen different surrender methods for you to choose from, such as raising both hands, kneeling and kowtowing, doing a nude dance, or lying down like a cat and exposing your belly, etc. Strongly recommending the "lying like a cat and exposing your..."]

Boring. The person across from her wasn’t Si Motu; what good would that do?

"What do you want my marriage certificate with Si Motu for?" But who was the Prince? Even at a moment of such crisis, she still kept her cool. "Since when has the Cyan Cloud Sect been this idle?"

"Right now, your Old World Alliance is full of moles."

Dong Jun walked forward step by step, lotuses of ice blooming beneath her feet. "Your marriage alliance with Si Motu, your cooperation with the New Witch Association—many in the Old World are quite displeased."

The cold that had only been in the surroundings now seeped into her heart.

"Most importantly, many people don’t want to see your marriage to Si Motu succeed. They don’t even want this matter to spread too widely."

A multitude of candidates flashed quickly through the Prince’s mind.

The various Old Worlds, and also the Witch Association itself.

The number of people who didn’t want her marrying Si Motu was truly too many, but what mattered was...

The ones who could actually pose a threat to her, who might truly be capable of sabotaging her marriage alliance with Si Motu—that was only a handful.

And each of them she feared immensely.

"So, your marriage certificate can be kept in the custody of our Cyan Cloud Sect."

By the time Dong Jun had walked right up to her, those ice-blue snowflake pupils were calmly and appreciatively sizing her up. "To ensure your marriage alliance ultimately succeeds."

The Prince took a deep breath, feeling even her internal organs start to freeze. "Your reason? Why would you help me?"

"This isn’t cooperation with you; it’s the result of cooperation with Si Motu."

Dong Jun reached out and gently lifted her chin.

For the Prince, this was the first time someone had examined her with such a scrutinizing posture, but she only met those ice-blue snowflake eyes with cold arrogance of her own, unafraid: "You do have a bit of my Mirror Country bloodline bearing."

Bingtang, who had been firmly in control of the situation, paused slightly, then chuckled. "Is that so? That’s actually quite a surprise."

In her heart she did feel a few traces of admiration for that proud backbone.

No wonder the Sect Leader was willing to be engaged to her.

This stubbornness and proud spine did indeed overlap somewhat with that legendary Miss Nalan Yanran.

She wondered if she would be the same as Miss Nalan Yanran.

Would she refuse to regret it, right up to the final moment?

"Give up the Cyan Cloud Sect and come under my command. How about it?" The Prince leaned in slightly of her own accord, refusing to yield even an inch, the beginnings of a head-on clash in the air. "I can give you benefits Zi Yuan never could. Whatever you want, my Mirror Country will do everything in its power to give it to you. In the name of my Mirror Country bloodline, I grant you the title of One-Character Side-by-Side King; we’ll rule the world together!"

Dong Jun smiled faintly, speaking in a teasing tone. "And the marriage contract with Si Motu—can that be shared with me as well?"

The Prince froze, actually hesitating for a few seconds.

[Warning: as a precise political machine, your hesitation and contemplation are no longer in line with...]

The Prince turned off the system’s voice and continued, "Naturally I don’t mind. Not in the slightest. But it depends on Si Motu’s own thoughts. He and I are allies; I have no right to decide for him."

"So, can you give me the marriage certificate first?"

"Sorry. No one carries something that useless around on them at all times."

This was a lie.

The marriage certificate was in the left pocket of her underwear.

Of course, it wasn’t because His Highness the Prince attached great importance to the marriage certificate, it was purely so she could whip it out at any time to prove her relationship with Si Motu and thus ensure Si Motu’s loyalty.

[Warning: a certain degree of abnormality is occurring in His Highness the Prince’s brain. An unknown ability is invading His Highness the Prince’s consciousness center...]

The Prince abruptly looked toward the girl whose hand Bingtang was holding.

Clover-like pupils, then a sweet smile directed at her.

But as that four-leaf clover rotated, the Prince felt her consciousness begin to blur...