I Slaughtered Through the Dungeon Worlds with My Cheats-Chapter 793 - 300 The Number One Person of the Modern Era [10,000 words]_2

Chapter 793: Chapter 300 The Number One Person of the Modern Era [10,000 words]_2

"Hehe, Miss Yanran’s analysis is indeed thorough, whether it’s a loss, a win, or a draw, that all depends on what Tuoba Zhan wants," Mu Rufeng said with a light smile.

"Crown Prince, I have heard that you neither seek pleasure among flowers nor have a confidante, nor do you favor beautiful servants."

"I am somewhat curious, Crown Prince, is it that you have some issue in that regard, or do you perhaps have a preference for the love of your fellow men?" Zhao Yanran stared intently into Mu Rufeng’s eyes as she suddenly asked.

"Hmm?" Mu Rufeng was somewhat taken aback upon hearing this.

What situation is this, how could Zhao Yanran even ask such a thing? How was Mu Rufeng supposed to answer?

As someone who didn’t interact much with women and was rather bashful, Mu Rufeng truly felt embarrassed.

"I have no such preference, and there are no problems in that regard," Mu Rufeng said.

"Then why, at twenty-four, have you not taken a wife, nor have a confidante, and you also do not show favor to the beautiful servants in your home?"

"Previously, I offered you millions in silver and was even willing to marry you, yet you outright refused," Zhao Yanran said.

Zhao Yanran really cared about this; she had taken the initiative to present herself, even bringing money and using her family’s resources in order to help Mu Rufeng compete for the Supreme position.

"This, it was mainly because it was all so sudden, I was not prepared," Mu Rufeng explained.

Indeed it was sudden, he wasn’t prepared, and most importantly, he still felt like this young lady had some sort of scheme.

But now, upon reflection, his "cheat" had arrived, and it seemed he had nothing to fear even if there was a scheme.

"Too sudden? Not prepared? Then, Crown Prince, is it not sudden now? Are you prepared now?" Zhao Yanran asked again.

"Eh?" Mu Rufeng seemed surprised, it appeared Zhao Yanran hadn’t given up?

"What, are you saying that you must marry me by all means?" Mu Rufeng steadied his mind and said with a light smile.

"Compared to your other brothers, that is indeed the case," Zhao Yanran nodded decisively, without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

"How so?" Mu Rufeng became a bit interested.

"Do you think a woman from a great clan can decide her own marriage? I think you can empathize, right?" Zhao Yanran said. freēnovelkiss.com

"Indeed," Mu Rufeng nodded.

Truly, there was no freedom in marriage, such as his third sister who was married off to the son of a certain minister at the age of eighteen.

The first Prince, the deceased second Prince (Crown Prince), the fourth Prince, and the eighth Prince, they all had taken wives, all arranged by those above, then granted in marriage, without any choice.

These were political marriages, designed to stabilize the imperial court and to strengthen both the princes’ own power and their maternal families’ capital.

Mu Rufeng too had a marriage agreement, but due to certain events, the family with which the agreement was made was wiped out to the last.

At that time, the imperial court was shocked, and efforts were made to further investigate, alas, nothing was uncovered, so the matter was dropped.

And as for his marriage arrangement, there were initially plans to find him another wife, but then Mu Rufeng suddenly led troops to war, which delayed things further.

Until Mu Rufeng returned, seriously wounded.

Truth be told, he believed that after he presented the Void Spirit Fruit, his father the emperor would definitely arrange another marriage for him.

This was a certainty, after all, a 24-year-old Prince without a principal wife would indeed give rise to scandalous rumors.

"Our Zhao Family is preparing to develop in the Da Li Dynasty, so I became the Vice Pavilion Master of the Lingyan Pavilion, and at the same time, I was given a death order by the elders of my clan."

"I need to choose a husband from among the various princes; the first, fourth, and eighth princes have already taken their principal wives, naturally inconceivable."

"That leaves the Sixth Prince and yourself. As for the Sixth Prince, it’s better left unsaid, so I chose you."

"If you do not agree, then I will have no choice but to marry the Sixth Prince," Zhao Yanran said.

"Marry the Sixth Prince..." Mu Rufeng’s eyelids flickered slightly, he unthinkingly turned his head to look into the distance.

He saw the Sixth Prince amid a cluster of women, laughing loudly from time to time, no telling what he was talking about.

Some of the women were looking at the Sixth Prince with disgust, distancing themselves, as if fearing being chosen by him.

Of course, there were also women who directly gathered around the Sixth Prince, spouting flattering words freely; if not for the crowd here, requiring some decorum, they’d probably be sticking to him even more.

Mu Rufeng shuddered at the thought of Zhao Yanran, such a great beauty, having to marry the Sixth Prince.

"Feelings can be developed over time; since even a woman such as yourself has spoken thus, my further refusals would make me seem ungracious," Mu Rufeng said.

"So you’re saying, Crown Prince, that you agree?" a thought flickered in Zhao Yanran’s mind.

Although she could not decide on her own marriage, being able to choose the best from a limited pool of candidates, she felt, was not a bad thing.

Such a libertine as the Sixth Prince, she couldn’t look up to him at all, not to mention, she was exceptionally talented, reaching Level 7 in the Refining Acupoints Realm at a young age.

Looking at the Sixth Prince, not to talk of his lifestyle, but just his cultivation alone was only at Level 5 in the Refining Organ Realm—with so many resources, he was still at the Refining Organ Realm, a complete waste.

It was exactly for this reason that there were practically no good women who wanted to marry the Sixth Prince.

Some opportunists naturally wanted to use the Sixth Prince’s status to bolster their capital, so they would send their daughters.

But with insufficient status, they could only be concubines. With many concubines, even fewer good women would be willing to marry him.