The Cold-Blooded Prince's Seductive Consort

  A sleek Ferrari sped down the midnight highway, merging with the darkness as if one, without even its headlights on.

  Jiǔ ér miàn wú biǎo qíng de wò zhù fāng xiàng pán, ér fù jià shǐ zuò shàng de diànhuà, lái diàn líng shēng xiǎng gè bù tíng, fēng, chuī sǎn le tā bō làng bān de hēi fà, rú tóng yī tiáo tiáo hēi sè de xiǎo shé bān, zhāng yá wǔ zhǎo.

  Jiǔ ér, the number two of a mysterious organization behind the Ministry of State Security of Country A, internally known as: Xiào Miàn Hǔ. Her stunning and beautiful appearance, combined with her seductive figure that makes men go crazy, allows her to move freely among top figures, making it easier for her to steal intelligence, and also to carry out assassinations when they least expect it.

  She didn't answer the phone, no, to be exact, she dared not answer the phone. The name displayed on the caller ID was Jessie, her fiancé. There were already over a hundred unreturned calls.

  Before that, Jiǔér went to Country C for three days to attend a banquet for domestic politicians in Country C. Most government officials would attend and could obtain more accurate intelligence beneficial to Country A.

  She is now on her way to Country A, tomorrow being the day of her wedding with Jessie. For Jessie, she feels extremely guilty, a high-level assassin trained since childhood, that extreme guilt, how precious and rare it is.

  Jesse is a person from Country E, with typical Russian ancestry, fair skin and blue eyes. He met Jiǔér three years ago when she was on a mission in Country E. It was an unexpected encounter. Jesse's kind heart and romantic considerateness made Jiǔér accept his half-year-long proposal. She had thought that after completing this mission, she would quit and live a comfortable life, but the organization did not allow it.

  Forget it, let's get married first then talk about it later.

  Jiǔ ér shōu huí sī xiǎng, yòu kàn le yǎn fù jià shǐ zuò shàng de shǒu jī, jiǎo xià yī yòng lì, cǎi zhù yóu mén, jiā sù qián jìn.

  English Translation:

  Jiu'er collected his thoughts and glanced at the phone on the passenger seat again, then stepped on the accelerator and sped up.

  At dawn, the sky was slightly bright, and the car arrived at a resort in A City, A Country. The sun had just risen, and Jiǔér walked on the soft sandy beach with a slight smile. Not far ahead, there was a red carpet for the wedding ceremony, and above it, arch-shaped doors were covered with pink balloons. Further ahead, there was a stage for the host, flanked by chairs for the guests.

  The corners of her mouth rose in a smile, and a tiny bit of happiness was born from the heart. Perhaps, apart from murder and espionage, there are still some redeeming qualities to life.

  However, Jiu'er's smile soon froze, as danger was approaching her step by step, and the air was filled with the scattered smell of gunpowder.

  "I'm going to die", the words had just fallen, and those behind him hadn't even had time to curse, when all of a sudden there was a loud rumbling sound, and Jiu'er leapt towards the seaside.

  Heavily fell to the ground, pain spread instantly, Jiǔér clenched his teeth, both hands covering the left thigh root, where it seemed that there was nothing left, hot blood surged out wave after wave.

  "Foolish woman, why suffer such injustice if you don't hide?"

  As she listened to the sound, Jiǔér's ears were like thunder, and her heart was overturned. She struggled to turn over and saw the man in front of her who was speaking.

  "Jesse"? Indeed it was him. As soon as the words fell, a pitch-black and icy handgun pressed against her temple, "Why"?

  "Why? You stupid woman, you're the leader of the Black Panther organization, can't you even figure this out? Are all your people like this? Hmm, I guess that's all there is to it", Jesse said with a sneer, wearing casual clothes and half-crouching on the ground, poking his gun at Jiu'er.

  "Why?" Jiuer asked unwillingly, staring at Jessie with a drink. She was really unwilling to accept it, why did things become like this? Is it true that women's IQ will decrease during love? The physical pain made her consciousness a bit blurry, but she still insisted on holding on.

  Jesse sneered and said, "I don't want to waste words with you either. You're the number one of the Black Panther organization, holding a lot of important intelligence in countries A, C, and E. As long as you're around, these three countries won't have a peaceful day. Unfortunately, despite all you've done for country A, they still want to eliminate you without any mercy. Emotional, get it? I think you should understand what it means for an assassin to be emotional, haha. However, I'm just doing this for the money and to settle scores. Now, you can go die."

  Just as Jesse's gun was about to fire, Jiǔér suddenly flipped her body over and stared straight at Jesse, as if she still had some lingering hope, yearning to see something in Jesse's eyes, even if it meant dying the next second.

  Because no one can feel what she is feeling now.

  Unfortunately, the result was not as expected. On that day, in her blue eyes, there was only sarcasm and indifference. It turned out that she had been overthinking all along.

  "Hmm..."

  "Hmm."

  The self-deprecating laughter had barely left his lips when the sound of gunfire rang out beside him.

  Her body became light, and her entire being turned semi-transparent as she floated into the air. She didn't have the mood to care about her soul separating from her body now. Instead, she lowered her head to look at the corpse on the sandy beach, its face twisted in a grimace, eyes wide open, clearly not having closed them in death.

  Jesse looked at him with a face full of disgust, bent over and dragged the corpse's arms, throwing it into the sea. At this time, the sun had not yet come out, and it should be high tide. A wave came over, and the corpse drifted further away with the movement of the water.

  Jiuer only felt a suffocating sensation in her chest, and she hurriedly used her hand to press against it, but unexpectedly, her hand passed through her body. Now, this breath was neither coming out nor going in, and she could only endure the suffocation. Was there anyone who could be more miserable than her?

  Since childhood been cultivated by the organization, in the end is just a ruthless abandonment, without a hint of sympathy.

  And that so-called love, those nonsense vows of eternal devotion, were just a magnificent and life-or-death game, only she became the final loser, losing miserably.

  What is happiness, what is trust, and what is unwillingness are no longer important. If I could be reborn as a human being, I would never let others manipulate me again.

  Gradually, a faint golden light refracted from the horizon, and Jiǔ'ér only felt a dizziness before losing all memory.

  The path of love is ultimately a road to nowhere, the person who puts in their true heart will definitely not even have a place to rest in death. This sentence was deeply etched into Jiǔér's mind.